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I went in for an MRI at 8pm last night. I do the open MRI bc the last time I was in the tube, I weighed almost 300lbs and almost got stuck coming out (my arms were clammy and were kind of grabbing the tube)... I freaked the fk out and swore; never again... I can't even watch cave exploring yt channels anymore.
Fast forward to last night; I'm down to 215lbs (from a high of 290). I do open MRI's now, but it still sucks bc you only have less than 2" between your face and the ceiling of the unit. I made it thru 12 of the 15 minute exam before starting to hyperventilate and hit the "Get me the fk out of here" button... After sitting up and getting some o2, I went back in for the last 3 minutes...
I've never had any phobias prior to this, Hell, I once crawled 200' into a live 30" gravity sewer main to hook a 3/4" cable to the back of a "re-rounding bullet" that was supposed to take the deflections out of the hdpe pipe, but got stuck and had to be pulled out backwards. I couldn't crawl on all fours bc of the deflections in the pipe, so I had to stretch out and move like an inch worm.
The sewage was only 4 or 5 inches deep at 1st, but got about 12-15" deep closer to the "bullet", bc the pipe was deflected so bad, the raw sewage would build up until the liquids could get around the side of the "bullet" in the egg shaped pipe. It was as nasty as you could imagine... Fn condoms and corn and and tampons and turds and all kinds of floaties, all held back by the bullet... I only turned my light on every few minutes to see how far I was, and tried to not look down and see what I was crawling thru.
We had a makeshift shower and 2 buckets of bleach water to dump on me when I came out... all I got was some "atta-boys", nothing else.
*Side note. This job was in a mobile home park, that was 1st owned and developed by "Dan Daniels", who was Polk Co FL Sheriff, from 85-87 and later became the Grand Wizzard of the KKK. He still owned and lived on 10 acres, adjacent to the MH Park. He had a giant flag pole with the US Flag, pow, mia flag and some KKK nonsense flag. There was also a huge fire pit for burning their crosses and shit during their meetings.
He would come over and shoot the breeze and see what we were doing. It was hilarious and sad at the same time when talking to him bc he was so overtly racist. Some of the shit he espoused was funny as fuck and made you want to laugh in his face, other shit made you want to throat punch him.![]()
I gave her some nutes and a hard left turn.Nice wild lookin spread, she's unruly.
I went in for an MRI at 8pm last night. I do the open MRI bc the last time I was in the tube, I weighed almost 300lbs and almost got stuck coming out (my arms were clammy and were kind of grabbing the tube)... I freaked the fk out and swore; never again... I can't even watch cave exploring yt channels anymore.
Fast forward to last night; I'm down to 215lbs (from a high of 290). I do open MRI's now, but it still sucks bc you only have less than 2" between your face and the ceiling of the unit. I made it thru 12 of the 15 minute exam before starting to hyperventilate and hit the "Get me the fk out of here" button... After sitting up and getting some o2, I went back in for the last 3 minutes...
I've never had any phobias prior to this, Hell, I once crawled 200' into a live 30" gravity sewer main to hook a 3/4" cable to the back of a "re-rounding bullet" that was supposed to take the deflections out of the hdpe pipe, but got stuck and had to be pulled out backwards. I couldn't crawl on all fours bc of the deflections in the pipe, so I had to stretch out and move like an inch worm.
The sewage was only 4 or 5 inches deep at 1st, but got about 12-15" deep closer to the "bullet", bc the pipe was deflected so bad, the raw sewage would build up until the liquids could get around the side of the "bullet" in the egg shaped pipe. It was as nasty as you could imagine... Fn condoms and corn and and tampons and turds and all kinds of floaties, all held back by the bullet... I only turned my light on every few minutes to see how far I was, and tried to not look down and see what I was crawling thru.
We had a makeshift shower and 2 buckets of bleach water to dump on me when I came out... all I got was some "atta-boys", nothing else.
*Side note. This job was in a mobile home park, that was 1st owned and developed by "Dan Daniels", who was Polk Co FL Sheriff, from 85-87 and later became the Grand Wizzard of the KKK. He still owned and lived on 10 acres, adjacent to the MH Park. He had a giant flag pole with the US Flag, pow, mia flag and some KKK nonsense flag. There was also a huge fire pit for burning their crosses and shit during their meetings.
He would come over and shoot the breeze and see what we were doing. It was hilarious and sad at the same time when talking to him bc he was so overtly racist. Some of the shit he espoused was funny as fuck and made you want to laugh in his face, other shit made you want to throat punch him.![]()
My friend's dad use to work with a total unreformed Nazi and this was early 90s so people didn't lose their jobs over saying horrible shit. Hande Eilerh was SS and he would talk about it, but mostly he was inter-battallion coordinator like a political officer in the USSR. I think he was even under some arrest for like 20 years but it never went anywhere he just had to meet with his lawyer and a DA a few times.I went in for an MRI at 8pm last night. I do the open MRI bc the last time I was in the tube, I weighed almost 300lbs and almost got stuck coming out (my arms were clammy and were kind of grabbing the tube)... I freaked the fk out and swore; never again... I can't even watch cave exploring yt channels anymore.
Fast forward to last night; I'm down to 215lbs (from a high of 290). I do open MRI's now, but it still sucks bc you only have less than 2" between your face and the ceiling of the unit. I made it thru 12 of the 15 minute exam before starting to hyperventilate and hit the "Get me the fk out of here" button... After sitting up and getting some o2, I went back in for the last 3 minutes...
I've never had any phobias prior to this, Hell, I once crawled 200' into a live 30" gravity sewer main to hook a 3/4" cable to the back of a "re-rounding bullet" that was supposed to take the deflections out of the hdpe pipe, but got stuck and had to be pulled out backwards. I couldn't crawl on all fours bc of the deflections in the pipe, so I had to stretch out and move like an inch worm.
The sewage was only 4 or 5 inches deep at 1st, but got about 12-15" deep closer to the "bullet", bc the pipe was deflected so bad, the raw sewage would build up until the liquids could get around the side of the "bullet" in the egg shaped pipe. It was as nasty as you could imagine... Fn condoms and corn and and tampons and turds and all kinds of floaties, all held back by the bullet... I only turned my light on every few minutes to see how far I was, and tried to not look down and see what I was crawling thru.
We had a makeshift shower and 2 buckets of bleach water to dump on me when I came out... all I got was some "atta-boys", nothing else.
*Side note. This job was in a mobile home park, that was 1st owned and developed by "Dan Daniels", who was Polk Co FL Sheriff, from 85-87 and later became the Grand Wizzard of the KKK. He still owned and lived on 10 acres, adjacent to the MH Park. He had a giant flag pole with the US Flag, pow, mia flag and some KKK nonsense flag. There was also a huge fire pit for burning their crosses and shit during their meetings.
He would come over and shoot the breeze and see what we were doing. It was hilarious and sad at the same time when talking to him bc he was so overtly racist. Some of the shit he espoused was funny as fuck and made you want to laugh in his face, other shit made you want to throat punch him.![]()
My friend's dad use to work with a total unreformed Nazi and this was early 90s so people didn't lose their jobs over saying horrible shit. Hande Eilerh was SS and he would talk about it, but mostly he was inter-battallion coordinator like a political officer in the USSR. I think he was even under some arrest for like 20 years but it never went anywhere he just had to meet with his lawyer and a DA a few times.
I very strongly suggest people watch and show other people a movie called "Look Who's Back", about Hitler reappearing in 2014 Berlin and sort of being treated as a radical comedian like Sacha Baron Cohen... but no it was Hitler and not at all kidding. You get this complete creep vibe from the movie and Hande, fuck they'd talk the same way like "We did not have perfect solutions, and the normal European answer to internal collapse is external war after all. It was chaos from the top and the massive egos... some places would get the food (not camps) and in other places the typhus followed the hunger and the lack off sanitation (the camps). Services like water are unreliable in a war, there was cholera. And anyway we were so busy feeding the war machine we ourselves hardly had time or comfort!" yeah Hande it was like, just circumstance. Oh but he'd talk about every minority and all that.
We're already at the long lens of history stage in colleges, I don't want to see this forgotten.
Man it was crazy back when I used to do that kind of shit too especially when we got sent on painting gigs, i was usually on erection teams/fabrication structural beef up, leg encasements, welding and bolts, sector replacements and the like. But painting? it was so sloppy dude you’re right, especially about the pants. I just wore cotton gloves dipped my freaking glove right into the bucket and just use my fucking hands fuck a brush when your flopping in the windWhen I was painting towers, one of our 1st stops in any new town, was a goodwill (or other thrift store). We'd buy the very light, long sleeve button-ups like a lot of Mexicans wear, a shit-load of tee shirts to wrap our heads & cheap jeans and Dickie type work pants.
Depending on where you were painting, if you had the wind in your face all day, the following morning, you could literally stand your pants up on their own. Most of us wore combat boots with the zippers on the sides - the zippers and shoestrings would be covered with duct tape. (the strings, so they wouldn't hang up on bolts and shit.
High quality Motorola radios were put in regular tube socks taped shut with a carabiner attached so you could hang it from your gear. Practicing finding that ptt button through the sock was an absolute must... Your very life depends on it. You prolly won't believe me but there were times I'd get hung up on something while being raised or lowered in a bosun's chair... I've had my asshole stretch about 6 feet trying to find that fkn button... When you finally find it you just key it a bunch of times to get the hoist operator to stop. Holding the radio wasn't an option when moving bc you needed both hands and feet to "climb" & navigate the steel.
The hoist operator can't see you after you're a couple hundred feet up, it's all radio and there were usually 3 people on wires at a time. It was a firing offense to get on the radio when someone else was already moving (except for the boss/owner of course, that fkr would get impatient all the time and break the rule, nearly getting people killed.)
A good operator pays attention to the cables and can tell by the amount of slack in them, if you're moving alright. There is normally more slack in the 5/16" wire rope, than you would think, so you do have a couple seconds to react if you get hung up or in a bind when trying to navigate around cellular arrays and tom-toms and shit. We called anything attached to the tower "junk".
Good fn times!![]()
And yes, we got ripped before, during and after climbing & painting. My pre employment drug test was proving I could roll a good joint...![]()
Dumb & Dumber in pencil![]()
This mushroom popped out overnight in Herman’s cage. Pretttty cool. Especially since it’s right next to his fake mushroom house lol
If you look closely in the second pic you can see Herman trying to decide if he wants to trip now, or after lunch.
I got it.
This dude just got pulled into an mri machine by his weighted neck chain.I went in for an MRI at 8pm last night. I do the open MRI bc the last time I was in the tube, I weighed almost 300lbs and almost got stuck coming out (my arms were clammy and were kind of grabbing the tube)... I freaked the fk out and swore; never again... I can't even watch cave exploring yt channels anymore.
Fast forward to last night; I'm down to 215lbs (from a high of 290). I do open MRI's now, but it still sucks bc you only have less than 2" between your face and the ceiling of the unit. I made it thru 12 of the 15 minute exam before starting to hyperventilate and hit the "Get me the fk out of here" button... After sitting up and getting some o2, I went back in for the last 3 minutes...
I've never had any phobias prior to this, Hell, I once crawled 200' into a live 30" gravity sewer main to hook a 3/4" cable to the back of a "re-rounding bullet" that was supposed to take the deflections out of the hdpe pipe, but got stuck and had to be pulled out backwards. I couldn't crawl on all fours bc of the deflections in the pipe, so I had to stretch out and move like an inch worm.
The sewage was only 4 or 5 inches deep at 1st, but got about 12-15" deep closer to the "bullet", bc the pipe was deflected so bad, the raw sewage would build up until the liquids could get around the side of the "bullet" in the egg shaped pipe. It was as nasty as you could imagine... Fn condoms and corn and and tampons and turds and all kinds of floaties, all held back by the bullet... I only turned my light on every few minutes to see how far I was, and tried to not look down and see what I was crawling thru.
We had a makeshift shower and 2 buckets of bleach water to dump on me when I came out... all I got was some "atta-boys", nothing else.
*Side note. This job was in a mobile home park, that was 1st owned and developed by "Dan Daniels", who was Polk Co FL Sheriff, from 85-87 and later became the Grand Wizzard of the KKK. He still owned and lived on 10 acres, adjacent to the MH Park. He had a giant flag pole with the US Flag, pow, mia flag and some KKK nonsense flag. There was also a huge fire pit for burning their crosses and shit during their meetings.
He would come over and shoot the breeze and see what we were doing. It was hilarious and sad at the same time when talking to him bc he was so overtly racist. Some of the shit he espoused was funny as fuck and made you want to laugh in his face, other shit made you want to throat punch him.![]()
Lol. I am gonna toss some trim in the trash for the homie right over the dog shit.I got it.
This guy…..
yeesh.
Fret nut put
Herman likes it mooooistGot you some common white fungus there that’s pretty cool but also happens when your plant stays saturated and not well lit areas