I deliver on the delivery platforms. It's a freaking nightmare. They say you can make upwards of 25-+ an hour, bxxxsxxt! I'm lucky to make $10/hr and that's while running multiple delivery apps multitasking. I read a reddit post, that I answered and I think I have a slight touch of OCD because that day I realized (answering the post), I have to make over 75 steps (processes) on DoorDash just to complete a simple order, like delivering McDonald's. So, then when the app gives you multiple deliveries, that # increases in basically the same time span.
I don't know at what point of a delivery or deliveries I was, all I recall is being in a rush (the story of my life) and taking a drink of water (flavored with those Gatorade packets). Don't you know, while I'm driving at a good clip, in the middle of some busy roadways, nowhere to pull off, people behind me, someones delivery to deliver in my que, etc, etc, I go to take a drink and because I just got done running up 3 flights of stairs with someones groceries, the drink goes down the wrong tube because I was breathing so heavily simultaneously. Mind you I'm a big guy, 250lbs and when I eat, I eat like a dog, I don't chew my food, I inhale it (why I have diabetes and pancreatitis and etc, etc, etc wrong with me). So there I am with my lungs saturated with a good deal of water.
A few things about me before I go on.
-I was knocked out unconscious for hours as a child from a rock, leaving me with a TBI (traumatic brain injury) and dyslexia.
-I was a boxer and asked people to punch me in the face to toughen it up, I'd laugh at them and when I told them it was my turn, they ran.
-I used to hold my breath long enough to swim from one end of a YMCA pool to the other.
-I was stabbed through the hand (knife being of equal lengths on each side) and when I told my friend he stabbed me (nighttime, dark in a field), he didn't believe me, until I held my hand up to the moonlight and he say's "how can you stand there talking to me so calmly?"
-In 5th grade I was 205lbs at 5'10" bench pressing 300 lbs with no effort. I found that out in math class when the teacher taught us what repetition means in the gym…
I'm sure you get the point, my whole life, jumping out of 3 story windows, getting hit with sledgehammers, etc, etc, etc and blowing it off like it didn't happen. There I am in my car, still focused on driving, I recall becoming frantic in my mind but my body was still in control (something I'm able to do when I fight and win while I'm in a state of fear). My apologies but because I was in a state of panic, I am having a tough time depicting the exact event but at some point, I opened my window and coughed out what looked like an amount someone would vomit, literally kept on coming out. I rolled up my window and kept driving and not a minute later, I rolled it back down and coughed up (probably) another cup. I may have done that one more time and the rest seemed more like when you're sick coughing up mucous because it irritated me.
I'm no pain doctor or expert whatever but my guess is, if you can psyche yourself out, not become frantic and panic, it might be one of the most peaceful ways to go.
I believe we are so,
programmed, hmm
or maybe, so
habitual in our daily lives/ways, that we even push ourselves (our own destiny/goals) out of the way, simply to stay in our daily/weekly/etc groove.
