Icky
I'm not feeling too well today, spent most of the morning throwing up. It's my own fault, I know I'm allergic to certain foodstuffs, but you'd be surprised how frequently I eat them anyway. The consequnces are pretty painful even at their most trivial, and I suspect one day it is actually going to kill me, so I really should stop it. That'd be the smart thing to do, wouldn't it?Other ickiness related topics; last night I was watching this show about plastic surgery and it just reinforced my dislike for it. I mean, I can understand why in some circumstances, like post accident and stuff, that the reconstructive thing is good, and also that for some people who either have, or feel they have serious disfigurements that it can also be a good thing. Its all the people who have it for trivial reasons that scare me. I mean there was a couple on the show, who on their honeymoon decided that they'd both go under the knife to 'improve' themselves. Apart from the mind-bogglingly shallow nature of 'improving' yourself in this manner (in what way are you then a better person?), that just seems so wrong to me. There is no way I'd ever want my partner (you reading this princess?) to alter themselves like that for me. I love the person, not the package the person comes in. Then a bit later on there was a guy who was having a procedure to remove nerves from his penis, and that frankly was pretty gruesome too. Plus the procedure only had a 95% success rate, that means one in twenty times it fails! Personally, if someone is slicing my dick open and pulling bits out, I want better odds than that. The most gruesome bit was definitely a facial surgery though, cos they cut in the hairline (to hide the scars) and basically just sliced the whole face away from the skull so they could roll it down and get to the bits they wanted. There is really no need for me ever to see anything like that again, unless its in the context of a horror movie, and maybe not even then.
Okay time to see if I can get anything useful done, or if I'm just gonna lie on the futon and feel like death all day.
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