I've been in a bad way a couple of times. One time I was leaking from quite a few places. The worst of it was a laceration that pretty much sliced my left buttock in two. It didn't hurt too much at the time. By the time I made it to an operating table I had lost so much blood that I had no verifiable pulse, but was conscious and answering questions coherently. But I was shaking so violently that it really hurt, and I sucked in that knock out gas as deeply as I could. I was totally ready to be out, knew that I might not wake up, and didn't care. It was after being put back together that the real pain began.
Another time, I went backwards forcefully down some concrete steps with a guy on top of me who probably weighed over 250 pounds. It put deep lacerations on my back over the vertebrae of my spinal column. Amazingly, nothing broke. It hurt pretty bad at the time, and hurt far worse the next day.
Another time, I went backwards forcefully down some concrete steps with a guy on top of me who probably weighed over 250 pounds. It put deep lacerations on my back over the vertebrae of my spinal column. Amazingly, nothing broke. It hurt pretty bad at the time, and hurt far worse the next day.
We do not inherit the world from our parents. We borrow it from our children.
