Bad news... "This is the end, beautiful friend."
Mar 7, 2020 20:39:44 GMT -5
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Post by unknownpipesmoker on Mar 7, 2020 20:39:44 GMT -5
Hi fellers,
As you know, one of the main reasons I don't post here frequently is because of my bad health. My doctors have told me to outright quit smoking, which I should. I won't get to in detail about what is wrong with my health, but I do know that I won't be living too much longer with it. Its irritated by smoking, but it was not caused by smoking. I am just not one of those crybaby sorts who goes on about what my health problems are, never was, never will be. That just isn't me. I am too stubborn damned Irish for that.
However, I am in crippling, debilitating pain. Medical treatment has taken me back away from a state (PA) that had medical marijuana to a state that does not again. I don't know a damn person around here, and I'll be double damned if I am some codger stalking college campuses stumbling around on a cane (yes, I actually do use one of those) asking around to see if anyone knows of anyone selling CBD flower laced with cough syrup, DXM, or worse yet, some kind of bath salt solution. Pot never did much for my pain anyhow, and it was always about mood improvement for me. The best cup of joe in the world is what my friends and I always joked as we lit up in the early 70s in the early mornings, camping out on what we often incorrectly assumed were deserted farms on our way out to the mountains, or to blues, folk, country, and rock festivals.
Anyway, I am almost quitting. I am going to be smoking maybe one bowl a week of almost zero-nic blends. If any of you guys know of any really decent zero nic blends, please let me know. I know I've asked before, but if anythings come up new, or this is your first time seeing this, let me know again. Going purely aromatic is better than quitting all together. You see, when I smoke, because of the nicotine, my pain level sores from 6/7-10 to 9/10 very quickly. Hardly worth the flavour and the old tradition of mine going back decades.
As difficult as this is for me to type, you can imagine the difficulty this is for me as a real pipe smoker. I'm a guy who has just lived for my pipe. My morning mixtures, my afternoon mixtures, my evening mixtures. My beloved nightcap.
I'll still be around, but not as much as I was before. It looks as though, if I don't die first, either from this coronavirus thing, or a meteor crashing on my head, or a stroke, a coronary, what have you, I'm most likely going to have my bladder removed. ~Perhaps~ after that point, I may be able to go back to my old pipe smoking ways, since the source of my agony will no longer be present. Something grew there in that region other than a phallic shape which emits pleasure, if you'll forgive my Irish, often profane sense of humour. I've already had bits of pieces cut out from that region of my body to try to solve the problem, but to no avail, the problem still persists. I'm in a really bad way, brothers.
Actually, as I type this to you, I am enjoying a gift from Scrooge. What a good, generous, and just decent person. Although I hardly spoke to him, he provided me with so much, and I hope that he enjoyed the tobaccos I sent him. This is in an ancient Peterson pipe of mine, I am having some Mellow Mac. This was one of the last batches that McClelland produced, and man is it good. But it is still making me sore. Mellow Mac had almost no nic hit, but its enough to produce pain, so you can see what kind of perdicament I am in with this. Its really hard for me to really even write this to you guys. Its almost like I am betraying the brotherhood of bearded pipemen, as ridiculous as that all sounds.
I'm bedridden, my friends. So if you are a religious person, pray for me. I'll be praying for all of you. I hope that when you reach my age, you won't be in the position that I am in with this. Because it is pure and total hell. I don't know what else to really say here. I may try something called epipemods, which is a bit expensive, but there are zero nicotine pipe tobacco blend juices on the market. Perhaps worth it? I can't say for sure, until I make the $200 commitment. But maybe. I miss you all and again, I wish you all the absolute best. I must seem like your mother or father, but eat healthy, stay active, exercise. Even if that means eating a salad every day and going for a walk with the pooch, do it. I have no doubt that my lifestyle in my earlier days was part of what lead up to this. That and those confounded, disgusting, and dare I say effeminate cigarettes. If you smoke those, throw them out. NOW. Follow Yule Brynner's advice. Don't smoke (cigarettes). Cigarettes have been found to cause cancers and all kinds of ailments in the urogenital tract. Keep to your pipes. There's really nothing worse than ending up like me. Nothing. Nothing on this beautiful, blue and green sphere we all live on.
Sorry if this diatribe is a horrible, dysfunctional grammatical disaster and what have you, I whipped this together after not sleeping for about 4 days due to chronic pain. The dilaudid wasn't even touching my pain and I flushed it. When I called my pain clinic back, they informed me that without my pills, they can't give me anything else unless I forfeit the old ones... Kind of hard to do when they're in the sewer. Hopefully next month he will have something better for me.
Take me up to the Spirit in the Sky (That's where I'm going to go when I die...),
The Unknown (and lesser known, and sometimes known by my pen-name) Pipe Smoker
As you know, one of the main reasons I don't post here frequently is because of my bad health. My doctors have told me to outright quit smoking, which I should. I won't get to in detail about what is wrong with my health, but I do know that I won't be living too much longer with it. Its irritated by smoking, but it was not caused by smoking. I am just not one of those crybaby sorts who goes on about what my health problems are, never was, never will be. That just isn't me. I am too stubborn damned Irish for that.
However, I am in crippling, debilitating pain. Medical treatment has taken me back away from a state (PA) that had medical marijuana to a state that does not again. I don't know a damn person around here, and I'll be double damned if I am some codger stalking college campuses stumbling around on a cane (yes, I actually do use one of those) asking around to see if anyone knows of anyone selling CBD flower laced with cough syrup, DXM, or worse yet, some kind of bath salt solution. Pot never did much for my pain anyhow, and it was always about mood improvement for me. The best cup of joe in the world is what my friends and I always joked as we lit up in the early 70s in the early mornings, camping out on what we often incorrectly assumed were deserted farms on our way out to the mountains, or to blues, folk, country, and rock festivals.
Anyway, I am almost quitting. I am going to be smoking maybe one bowl a week of almost zero-nic blends. If any of you guys know of any really decent zero nic blends, please let me know. I know I've asked before, but if anythings come up new, or this is your first time seeing this, let me know again. Going purely aromatic is better than quitting all together. You see, when I smoke, because of the nicotine, my pain level sores from 6/7-10 to 9/10 very quickly. Hardly worth the flavour and the old tradition of mine going back decades.
As difficult as this is for me to type, you can imagine the difficulty this is for me as a real pipe smoker. I'm a guy who has just lived for my pipe. My morning mixtures, my afternoon mixtures, my evening mixtures. My beloved nightcap.
I'll still be around, but not as much as I was before. It looks as though, if I don't die first, either from this coronavirus thing, or a meteor crashing on my head, or a stroke, a coronary, what have you, I'm most likely going to have my bladder removed. ~Perhaps~ after that point, I may be able to go back to my old pipe smoking ways, since the source of my agony will no longer be present. Something grew there in that region other than a phallic shape which emits pleasure, if you'll forgive my Irish, often profane sense of humour. I've already had bits of pieces cut out from that region of my body to try to solve the problem, but to no avail, the problem still persists. I'm in a really bad way, brothers.
Actually, as I type this to you, I am enjoying a gift from Scrooge. What a good, generous, and just decent person. Although I hardly spoke to him, he provided me with so much, and I hope that he enjoyed the tobaccos I sent him. This is in an ancient Peterson pipe of mine, I am having some Mellow Mac. This was one of the last batches that McClelland produced, and man is it good. But it is still making me sore. Mellow Mac had almost no nic hit, but its enough to produce pain, so you can see what kind of perdicament I am in with this. Its really hard for me to really even write this to you guys. Its almost like I am betraying the brotherhood of bearded pipemen, as ridiculous as that all sounds.
I'm bedridden, my friends. So if you are a religious person, pray for me. I'll be praying for all of you. I hope that when you reach my age, you won't be in the position that I am in with this. Because it is pure and total hell. I don't know what else to really say here. I may try something called epipemods, which is a bit expensive, but there are zero nicotine pipe tobacco blend juices on the market. Perhaps worth it? I can't say for sure, until I make the $200 commitment. But maybe. I miss you all and again, I wish you all the absolute best. I must seem like your mother or father, but eat healthy, stay active, exercise. Even if that means eating a salad every day and going for a walk with the pooch, do it. I have no doubt that my lifestyle in my earlier days was part of what lead up to this. That and those confounded, disgusting, and dare I say effeminate cigarettes. If you smoke those, throw them out. NOW. Follow Yule Brynner's advice. Don't smoke (cigarettes). Cigarettes have been found to cause cancers and all kinds of ailments in the urogenital tract. Keep to your pipes. There's really nothing worse than ending up like me. Nothing. Nothing on this beautiful, blue and green sphere we all live on.
Sorry if this diatribe is a horrible, dysfunctional grammatical disaster and what have you, I whipped this together after not sleeping for about 4 days due to chronic pain. The dilaudid wasn't even touching my pain and I flushed it. When I called my pain clinic back, they informed me that without my pills, they can't give me anything else unless I forfeit the old ones... Kind of hard to do when they're in the sewer. Hopefully next month he will have something better for me.
Take me up to the Spirit in the Sky (That's where I'm going to go when I die...),
The Unknown (and lesser known, and sometimes known by my pen-name) Pipe Smoker
