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TLDR: 5th metatarsel, non-displaced |
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nasty, howdja manage that? |
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He was posting to many long lenthy posts on Xlt. He fell up; yes up the stairs and broke his knee and ankle. If you look at his electronical establishment on the left of his leg. You will see that some some those boxes also have damage to them. Mr. EpicMegatrax was looking and thinking I’d those as he posted multiple multiple multiple multiple long lenthey posts in other people threads that have absolutely nothing to todo with the thread topic. Fall up stairs and get crutches! Hope you are okay Epic, if you need someone to make you soup and crackers or help you to the second floor to use the toilet. Let me know I’ll rush over and help ya bud! Did you get stitches or just cool crutches? |
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unclear. i was on hold -- ironically, with another health care facility -- and i was kind of like fdghjkfgh u fuckin' sonofa and whipping around a bit. on hold, mind you, not to anyone. ...and something went pop. i audibly heard it. didn't kick anything, didn't stomp down hard. i think it's probably because i fell on the ice a few weeks back; i got that area a bit and it was probably on the edge for a while i'm going to make a terrible old person. i'm a big charging oaf and patience is not my strong suit. i just randomly cut up my hands, bruise my shins in haste. my grandfather went out because he felt funny changing a tire and then promptly climbed up four flights of stairs to the apartment rather than, like, rest or ask for help. he also threw a flowerpot at the building super from the fourth floor window because the hot water was out |
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my grandfather went out because he felt funny changing a tire and then promptly climbed up four flights of stairs to the apartment rather than, like, rest or ask for help on that note. i put off going to the ER for almost two full days. because, oh, this is some wicked dank shit but oh the mix, no, no, it has more, it can be more ...and it was worth it, just irritated i couldn't hold out longer. because it still had more so ~ ~ i do work hard for this. but it still be more |
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hellllll yeah big ass beat there and fun bassline hope the foot feels better soon |
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Did you get stitches or just cool crutches? i got crutches and an air cast, as pictured. in these, actually something to at least cheer me up a bit: 1) i think the air cast is pretty dope. it a pump-pump mechanism like the 90's fad shoes. once i got home and did up my own rigging it felt ten times better. i appreciate the granularity, and, actually, the style 2) crutches, never really used them, but i actually find these fun. i will be good as shit at crutches by the end of the six weeks. i will be able to dance with them crutches, tldr ~ crutches, never really used them, but i lie and say i have, and yes they're instructing me anyways. two successful crutchings, then a third and then there's stern admonishment "NEVER GO BACKWARDS" and perhaps there's something deep in that -- don't regress, etc. "sorry, toots," i thot to myself, "sometimes you just have to." namely, if i'd gone anywhere but forward, it was either into a sliding door or some esoteric hospital shit with lots of tangly wires |
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thx. i didn't feel comfortable leaving the gear on because who knows how long the ER will be, etc (i need something like richard d. james has [a trained goat that makes strange noises when magic smoke escapes {before yanking all the plugs out of the wall}]) |
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So you get time and days off work or are you expected to go back to the machine and keep grinding? If your a professional touring musician, you shouldn’t cancel your tour but work this into your act! Play pity on the fools |
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I’m digging the Claire ep. Got any physical stuff or just this silly digital 0101110 stuff |
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it's weird cause sometimes anomalies like foot pain, or other things out of your control in your setting can really contribute to the creative process. Not saying it's always for the best or anything, but it can change your mood or take you out of your specific neural grooves to try something new. Doubt I'd try to make a tune with a migraine or testicular torsion or anything though, it's gotta be on the bearable spectrum. |
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This thread will reach 500+ |
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it's weird cause sometimes anomalies like foot pain, or other things out of your control in your setting can really contribute to the creative process. Not saying it's always for the best or anything, but it can change your mood or take you out of your specific neural grooves to try something new. suitably, the board just ate a TLDR post that included: the studio is on the third floor, i think might install renoise on my office computer (hence pushing myself on getting that track as far as i could, back of my mind i knew it might be a few weeks and that's a lot of stairs [tldr stairs: i have to sit down and lift myself up with my arms one stair at a time. and carry my crutches. before the crutches i just crawled. sometimes i still do; it can be more convenient in short bursts]) |
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only if i allow myself to start geeking out about my gear. carrying a backpack full of essentials has already blossomed into: this isn't quite cutting it, i need my bandolier and i can strap this old camera case to a belt and it'd hold a water bottle and... yeah, no, i can stop myself sometimes |
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tldr ~ floor lyfe it's funny, this reminds me of some trip i had in 2013 where i decided to just go everywhere in the house without standing for a while. it was because i spent some time crawling about the floor for quasi-legitimate reasons -- re-cabling stuff -- and i thought: it's so curious how the world has such a different feel if you commit to floor lyfe properly. so i decided to just keep that up for a few hours. mostly just because it was interesting, but also because it required some ingenuity; physical effort. a mild challenge. however, i'm not insane; if the house had caught on fire i'd have given that up immediately and gotten myself to safety. afterwards, i felt like i'd done a reasonably thorough study of the dynamics of floor lyfe, and didn't ever really bother again, except in small pockets, like building stuff in the workshop but last couple days have really sent me back to that one |
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Wel I like yer music and you a lot I’m glad Xlt is full of vibrancy and energy Just make lots of musics and don’t dance I. The steps and and break another foot or leg or arm or brain |
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dancing, hmm. do i dance? spent almost ten years moving about to music. perhaps with my eyes closed, even, so i can focus on, i dunno, kinetic mandalas. however, not really paying attention to what i look like. started to a little, and it's a pretty even split between "wow some of this looks pretty dorky" and "wow that's actually pretty good" -- reviews from some company party did sort of mirror this. torn between sniggering and awe end of the day, to do musics, you have to move somehow, right? unless you have some beta elon musk neuralink interface so simply practice moving to music, is my advice. it'll lead to better music. it's a different thing than learning "moves" for parties |
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tldr ~ i'll get this point across one of these days. how many times have i tried? the thread where i am trying to feel my way down from the attic to the basement along with the chimney, eyes closed, in the dark, for two hours. body put to sleep meditatively, focusing on... maintaining a gentle, steady pressure on the snake against surfaces, so as to not lose my state stack. working down... failing. failing again. but, gradually, building up a mental map of the unknown obstacles alongside the chimney stack in my head. through sustained, focused effort, i have built up enough context data for my body map -- my proprioceptive map -- to connect to it in a functional way. in layman's terms, it has become an extension of my body. so now i have my carved little acid nook where... i'm off doing a track, and a thought fires off, "i need to wind out the decay on the 303 here" and my body sorts it out as my other hand is carrying out some previous thought and before either are finished i'm thinking about what next and i tell you, i will be good as shit at crutches in six weeks. so long as i don't get cocky and go too fast. to wit, i dipped a toe in the water of crutches on stairs; promptly decided that was at the very least intermediate, probably advanced. and not the first night if you get into biking hard on music you're already doing it with your bike, most likely, the secret is to try and get a little more general about it. [maybe that makes the point better? maybe? oh well i'm happy with my track(s)] |
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How’s the foot You running marathons yet? Do you like afx? |
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the foot is so much better after a day and a half with the air cast. i hope someone made a lot of money from patents off of this; the design is beautiful. not running marathons; my cardio is sitting down and lifting myself up one stair at a time. wearing cans and starting to feel comfy enough to genuinely dick about with the crutches, was practicing fumbling and recovering etc i have a lot of tldr thots about crutches on stairs. today i went up two (2) stairs to see how it'd go, and whoa, weird. let's stop and analyze the data. i've analyzed it, but tldr do i like afx? i've never met him; can't say. his music is quite good. i first heard his music when someone uploaded isopropanol to my ratio ftp server in 2000. i'm not sure he was being serious when he said he used a rave-o-lotion 909 in an interview. and vintage behringer guitar pedals |
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I’ve never met aphex twins either But they are a really good band! |
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Ouch, get well soon |
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May the winds of healing blow your way! |
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Any update on the left broken foot/ankle? Does it.need to be amputated or are you able to create better stories and music from this experience? “May the winds of healing blow your way”! |
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my body wants to tear down the street at a full run, but my foot is broken. i can see my leg(s) losing tone. my arms are getting interesting at least but mostly, this is dhfgkjdf it takes so long to do anything. i haven't showered in days because it's dangerous. i have a bathtub but i have to clean it. i have to plan trips downstairs. if i wake up really having to pee, it takes me five minutes to get to the toilet it's feeling better already, though, i can put a little weight on it to at least balance myself sometimes on the flipside, parts of my other leg are complaining, and i was having fun with the crutches yesterday, but i need to develop conditioning before i can even go full bore on everything being annoying and taking forever my left foot is broken. my ankle is fine. i smell |
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the one thing that's utterly doing my head in is the crutches repeatedly falling over and it a) scares the crap out of me b) does random damage to a property i am renting c) dkfghbjfgkh you fucking piece of shit cunt i'm going to sort out some straps so i can hook them to things more easily. on the plus side -- lewis wasn't talking to me for a bit again, but, strangely, he just started texting me again and he's broken his pinky. i essentially broke... not my pinky toe, but the foot equivalent of what connects your pinky to your wrist, through the back of your hand etc. |
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i mean, it's not plus side that lewis broke his pinky; merely that it showed up again. but when i say we have kind of a dr. gonzo and raoul duke thing going on, he's just broken his pinky as i've broken my pinky toe and this is when he decides to start texting again. |
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i finally get up to the second floor, sitting and lifting myself repeatedly, and as i stand up on one leg to switch to crutches, my water bottle falls out of the holder and goes BANG, CLONG, SLAM, denting things, now it's back downstairs this is about where i'm ready to fucking stab someone |
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You don’t really need to stab someone or hurt someone else or yourself more, srry. It’s okay hou haven’t bathed in days. It’s not like your getting a huge sweat or stank being around the house. I’m guessing you can work from home or are taking a bit of time off? Just shower or. Bath here in the next few days when you can safely do it. It may hurt to move and such so be safe my Friend. If it’s just your pinky toe, I take it there’s no cast or splint? Just be careful and keep the area clean and make sure infection doesn’t get in. Hell if there’s no cast just dip that bad boy into the tub While listening to Fatboy Slim! |
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you need to read things. like i essentially broke... not my pinky toe, but the foot equivalent of what connects your pinky to your wrist, through the back of your hand etc. but then you're also like You don’t really need to stab someone or hurt someone else or yourself more, srry i'll fucking stab u |
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Lol Come at be brah Pull up as the kids say I’m ready whenever you are And sometimes there’s to much crap so I don’t read it all or if I do, then sometimes as a human, I forget. I’m not perfect I have flaws I’m not a robot 🤖 Much love Stabby and quick healings |
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hahahah stabby mcstabbington, i got b8 for less |
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to be clear, i don't think anybody is getting shanked here |
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yeah. that you're in some situation like, a crabby pool of depression, or a broken foot making the tiniest little thing like getting a snack a fucking ordeal, and someome says, "how can you feel down when the world is so beautiful please don't stab anyone peace and love" the obvious human reaction is: i'll fucking kill u |
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right now: i would love so much to walk to the place for a breakfast burrito. but i can't. stab |
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Belb, I just walked to get a breakfast burrito and stabbed myself with it, doh! *grabs one of those prop bloody retractable knives and stabs my breakfast burrito 🌯 |
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you like your bike, right? imagine breaking your foot and being banned from bike for six weeks? that i have gone from an average of four miles walkies, hour or two on my gym machines and some indian clubs, to, like, dfkjgkjdlfgjhkdf i can't even finish this sentence; stab am i stab because of withdrawal from exercise, or because exercise is nature's cure for stab? the answer is: yes |
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it is actually driving me to... this isn't what i'd recommend most people do: first time i've taken the crutches outdoors: today. i did a bit under a mile total, going to the liquor store and back, because i was out of zigs and goon. i actually could have lived with that, but no exercise too? HURRRRDFHGJgdfg fuck it i'm going that i am arguing with myself: is this dumb? that i give myself license to bail if i'm seriously dragging before i'm even to the store. i put on the ~blade techno opener~ because that sort of ten-minute, methodically unfolding structure was about right for an arduous physical journey with crutches. it was a good choice way back -- i'm starting to get that feeling on crutches i get going down hills on foot, sometimes -- like i'm allowing momentum to be slightly out of control, because i'm up on a loop of continuous inertia; simply by charging forward on the crutches hard i actually gain more balance my muscles are holding out, but i keep having to stop to catch my breath. this is perfect. i'm not screwing the fuck out of my arms and here is my missing cardio ...and my abs. when i got really going, wow does crutching murder your abs. in a good way tldr: it'd be incredibly stupid for most people to crutch 0.9mi five days after breaking their foot, but i have marked this ticket WFM |
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Stab I’d masterbate a lot more then No bike No skateboard Stab. |
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i think i'm experiencing the plus side of aging before all goes to shit: i enjoy it, but then i'm annoyed at myself for wasting the time, when i used to just be temporarily satisfied |
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but, yeah. your likely impressions of me, going to back when, said, "this guy is a lump that sits in front of his computer all day" and this was actually true until my late 20s. then something in my metabolism changed, i was gaining more weight without doing much different, and fuck you. so i started walking every day. then, really, in a way it all makes sense -- i remember my mom ganking my ghettoblaster when i was 7 because she was keen on being an aerobics instructor and she needed to put some tapes together. my mom was gym every day until 30 years, and she's still whining the doctors won't let her go back just yet. sister bought a vizsla dog because she wanted one that could run with her properly. kind a breath of relief from my family, when it finally bit me. like, oh, there it goes. finally |
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I get it brah |
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Is this the guy that fucks other dudes because "It's, at the end of the day, all ass"? |
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I get it brah. |
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get well soon, so you can get that burrito, man or crutch over, its taco friday at mi casa |
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Is this the guy that fucks other dudes because "It's, at the end of the day, all ass"? if you recall, i said i figured that was your attitude, and you had a few times, simply because... hell, why not? so, to answer question: no, that's you |
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get well soon, so you can get that burrito, man or crutch over, its taco friday at mi casa thx. that's a bit over a mile, and it'd be cold by time i got it back home. mostly, though -- with the air cast, my foot is feeling well enough that i can hobble about the house without crutches; go up stairs without sitting. and, thank christ, because this exponentially reduces the hassles of basics, like, feeding myself and going for a poop |
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since i can do stairs now, i don't give a fuck about crutches on stairs anymore. i think i'm going to be more about taking them around the block |
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EpicM, all joking and bulling shitting aside I hope you heal well, your a great member of this Island And Ween miss you Stab. |
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#stab# |
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