Izawwlgood wrote:This may not really belong in the boy thread, but I've sustained a shoulder injury that may require surgery. I find myself having mild anxiety attacks at night at the idea of being incapable of using my body the way I want to.
That does belong in the Man's Thread.
What the Hell did you do?
When? In the last few days?
You, my darling, live in the 21st Century.
Shoulder injuries are common among humans.
There was a time when a shoulder injury on a young man could mean many years of pain, deformity and disability.
Sometimes that is still true.
If you have access to modern medical advice,
then you are, most likely, going to be fine.
If you go 'Under The Knife' as they say,
The 'Knife' will be in the hand of an expert.
Those guys can build you one out of Play-Dough.
They know what end of the Humerus is funny and what end is shoulder.
I am sorry you hurt your shoulder.
What is it like to type?
What is that easy and common shoulder injury?
It almost always looks like a bird's beak.
The tear in the cartilage looks like a bird's beak.
Eeek. I, just, freaked myself out.
Those look so painful.
The owners say they are.
oh, dear god;
you are heading toward the Alter and I was yammering on about The End, my friend.
Men do conform to stereotypical behavior.
Men will not talk about it.
Women are all either in the Bathroom or in the Kitchen talking the Hell out of it.
Where are The Men?
Not talking about it.
Well...If we hear breaking dishes, it might come up as a topic of conversation.
No sense talking about it if you don't have any ideas about fixing it.
Unlike a Tractor, women can't be fixed.
I know. I know.
Some women are not broken.
Do men stand in a knot, not talking about those women?
I am in a Mood.
The sun is shining.
I should force myself to go out and enjoy it, while I can.
Who knows? The bitch might decide to take that, too.
It is the little things sometimes.
Sometimes, it's the big shit.
Life is, just, an exchange of electrons; It is up to us to give it meaning.
We are all in The Gutter.
Some of us see The Gutter.
Some of us see The Stars.
by mr. Oscar Wilde.
Those that want to Know; Know.
Those that do not Know; Don't tell them.
They do terrible things to people that Tell Them.