
NewtBoy
Member
- Nov 7, 2023
- 20
I recently had all my wisdom teeth removed, and despite my best efforts to follow post-procedure protocol, I believe I've developed dry socket, which basically just means I somehow didn't develop a blood clot on top of one of the holes and now have exposed bone/nerve in that area. This produces an aching/soreness and enduring pain like I've never felt, and going back to work this week has been awful, especially since I can't take any of the stronger painkillers that I've been given. An older annoying coworker, being nosy as usual, asks me about the procedure and I tell him about the dry socket. He says "did they give you oxy?". I say "yeah" (despite the fact it's hydrocodone, who really cares about the difference honestly). Horrified, he reacts "Don't put that shit in your body! Haven't you seen the movie Platoon?? Take the pain!!!".
All of this to say, is something wrong with me that I absolutely DO NOT want to "take the pain"? I'm passively suicidal most of the time, but having to work with this truly makes me wanna ctb. Can most people simply grit it out through shit like this? I know there are people out there who have it so much worse than I do, and a lot of them seem happy. Is there just something so developmentally wrong with me that makes me want to give up?
I can't complain too much about my childhood, but I certainly don't think I had it extremely easy. My parents physically punished me, my dad was a huge exercise nut and had me working out, running, lifting to the point of exhaustion from around the age of 9, I competed in multiple contact sports throughout middle and high school, frequently dislocating either of my shoulders. I would lie about the severity of these instances and continue through the day/season with no pushback.
I guess my logical conclusion of all this is…. What's the point? I've taken the pain in a lot of instances, and it really hasn't gotten me anywhere. It really NEVER gets easier. This extends to my mental health and general position in society. My brain tells me that I'm worthless and don't deserve anything, yet I persist. I hate my job, and I have almost zero chance at a future where I'm not scraping by financially, yet I persist. Why am I persisting? Is it because of the minuscule chance that if I take enough pain, try hard enough, do enough, that things might be better than I could possibly imagine? No, I don't think so at least. I know how low that chance is. If I think I'm that lucky I might as well go bet everything on black, but that's not how people live their lives.
What's even more worrying is the dread of things getting worse. Sure, there is a small chance that things will get better for a while. But even in this best case scenario I eventually have to watch my pets die, attend my parents' funerals, and grow old and diseased, all of my physical pain and ailments slowly getting worse before I join my loved ones in death. This is what I'll be rewarded with for my struggle? More pain?
I guess my conclusion comes to the fact that, goddamn, I am very jealous of all you religious people out there. Being able to justify all the pain would really bring my experience on Earth full circle. The idea that a time of pain leads to everlasting joy, to be reunited with the souls of our loved ones. What a great notion.
What a ramble. Thank you for reading this far if you did, I honestly really appreciate it. I value this place a lot for the ability to rant like this without too much judgement.
All of this to say, is something wrong with me that I absolutely DO NOT want to "take the pain"? I'm passively suicidal most of the time, but having to work with this truly makes me wanna ctb. Can most people simply grit it out through shit like this? I know there are people out there who have it so much worse than I do, and a lot of them seem happy. Is there just something so developmentally wrong with me that makes me want to give up?
I can't complain too much about my childhood, but I certainly don't think I had it extremely easy. My parents physically punished me, my dad was a huge exercise nut and had me working out, running, lifting to the point of exhaustion from around the age of 9, I competed in multiple contact sports throughout middle and high school, frequently dislocating either of my shoulders. I would lie about the severity of these instances and continue through the day/season with no pushback.
I guess my logical conclusion of all this is…. What's the point? I've taken the pain in a lot of instances, and it really hasn't gotten me anywhere. It really NEVER gets easier. This extends to my mental health and general position in society. My brain tells me that I'm worthless and don't deserve anything, yet I persist. I hate my job, and I have almost zero chance at a future where I'm not scraping by financially, yet I persist. Why am I persisting? Is it because of the minuscule chance that if I take enough pain, try hard enough, do enough, that things might be better than I could possibly imagine? No, I don't think so at least. I know how low that chance is. If I think I'm that lucky I might as well go bet everything on black, but that's not how people live their lives.
What's even more worrying is the dread of things getting worse. Sure, there is a small chance that things will get better for a while. But even in this best case scenario I eventually have to watch my pets die, attend my parents' funerals, and grow old and diseased, all of my physical pain and ailments slowly getting worse before I join my loved ones in death. This is what I'll be rewarded with for my struggle? More pain?
I guess my conclusion comes to the fact that, goddamn, I am very jealous of all you religious people out there. Being able to justify all the pain would really bring my experience on Earth full circle. The idea that a time of pain leads to everlasting joy, to be reunited with the souls of our loved ones. What a great notion.
What a ramble. Thank you for reading this far if you did, I honestly really appreciate it. I value this place a lot for the ability to rant like this without too much judgement.