Dreno33
04-25-2012, 12:14 AM
I wanted to do something special for my 1,000th post, and I finally figured it out. Prepare yourself for a lot of reading!(: Hope that those of you take the time to read this whole post, enjoy learning about things you would probably have never guessed!
DISCLAIMER: I own every right to every word in this thread(:
I have lived roughly 6,700 days since I poked my head into this world. I am a runner and hope this attribute about me prevents future obesity!
I am a definite adventurous. My mom (ANNOYINGLY) is the biggest home-body and my dad (THANKFULLY) is the biggest go-go man. We do everything fun together. As I mentioned awhile ago in a thread, I skydived on my 16th birthday, I hang-glided off a cliff and soared down to the beach when I was 9. (Funny thing was, I did it alone, the instructor hooked me up and forgot his gloves by his truck so went back to get it. I took this opportunity and ran off the cliff by myself. It was much more fun alone! My dad was furious, as was the instructor. But I survived).
I POOPED WHERE?
Another time when climbing half dome (my third climb) I got the urge to poop while climbing UP the cables... o.0 Grrrrrreat.... So once we got to the top I immediately laid down and went to sleep to prevent myself my shiiting my pants. (We hike at night so its cooler, and then watch sunrise on the dome and hike down in early morning) Once we got down the cables and then down the switchbacks (brutal part of the hike!), i sprinted to the nearest tree and squatted. GENIUS ME didnt check my surrounding before squatting, and I was of course on a slope. When I pooped, the big'o turd ROLLED (collecting dirt and dead foliage) INTO my underwear. *ffffffuuuuu* is all i was thinking. I yelled for my dad and he busted up laughing when he came walking around. I put my stinky underwear in a zip lock bag (dumped out trail mix) and hiked the rest of the 8 miles down without underwear... One of my many brilliant moments.
OH! i finally lost my last THREE baby teeth my freshman year of high school(: Damn things wouldn't come out! One fell out b/c my brother and I wanted to try tying a string to my tooth and my 20lb dumbbell and dropping it outside. We filmed it of course (though now I can't find the file) The last 2 I yanked out with plyers (within 30 minutes of each other) b/c I needed braces and couldn't wait anymore. Grew my adult teeth and almost 2 years later got my braces on in July! YAY!(:
THE BIGGEST SHOCK IN LIFE (thus far)
The summer after getting braces (finishing jr, entering senior year) I was scheduled for my wisdom teeth pulling. NEVER did we know what was soon to be hell...
The gave me relaxers and put on the laughing gas, this combined, put me to sleep. My mom later told me the operation took over 3 1/2 hours b/c the teeth wouldn't come out (sound familiar?) I woke up crying and asking where my ex was, Emily, who I had just broken it off with after 2 years. Mom said I loved her, wanted a hug, asked about 10 times where she was, and kept passing out in between these tantrums.
Doctor: It will take about 2-3 days until the bleeding stop, and the swelling will be completely in a week or less. The Doctor SAID....
2 weeks later...
My mouth will NOT stop bleeding. My mom is switching out gauze every 30 minutes and I've been passing out many times a day. She called them and they told her to bring me in. Turned out my blood-packed holes that where supposed to "heal" and stop bleeding in 2-3 days were now Dry Sockets. (That means serious effing pain, the blood pockets filling the hole are now gone and two walls of sore gums are now throbbing without any supporting walls...)
Doctor's solution? SEW the gums together (Picture a " U " and pulling both tips of the "u" together and sewing it shut. Then put me on oxycodone ("...Almost equivalent to meth. Give to 'Dreno33' with precaution." -Doctor) and gave a prescription of 30 tablets (size of a liquid gel advil pill)
I continued to bleed continuos for another 1 1/2 weeks. Why was I bleeding so much? Turns out OTHER doctors who tested me as a baby screwed up and didnt detect Hemophilia in my blood.
Hemophilia is a blood Disorder that encourages excessive bleeding when injured. For typical, non-severe Hemophiliacs, a cut in the skin longer than 6 inches requires stitches or the patient will never be able to heal shut the wound and most likely bleed out. Think of Hemophilia as not being able to "scap" or clot easily. Hemophilia A (the type I have) affects the "factor 8" in our bodies. A normal person has roughly around a number of above 100. MY "Factor 8" number is 11. Unfortunately, this number can only go down as I get older (maybe), but never up.
Now we know why I stopped bleeding after a month instead of 2-3 days(:
We went to a specialist in Sacramento, CA, and this jerk "Specialist" named all these awesome things NOT to do. HELL nah! "no roller coaster, no contact sports, no involvement of activities that include jerking of the head." MY GOAL HAS BEEN TO BUNJEE JUMP one day since I was 6. Now I can't :'( but I still do roller coasters!!
What else, OH! college. one of my most proudest times (soon to be). I am a business major with a concentration in Marketing. I plan on getting my bachelor's degree in THREE years and then head to LA to pursue my forever dream. I am in my second semester of college and will be ONE class away from a Junior at the end of the summer!(: yay! I'm on the fast track to success!
Once graduated, I will apply for a supervisor position down in LA (my uncle is the manager of the districts in CA for Waste Management Garbage Co. and I will most likely lean towards that company). While working down in LA, I will begin to start storming auditions, why? To earn a role in a movie, commercial, model position, anything. I need to get a dip into Hollywood. The thrill of stepping into another character's shoes and trying to portray yourself as a whole new being is breathtaking!! If only I could start now, how amazing the feeling is when you nail your lines and "become" your character in the story. It has been forever my dream. (My nickname as a lil kid was Hollywood b/c my family and uncles etc said I could always put on a show to get what I want and to entertain when I wanted with the blink of an eye) GOD I HOPE I HAVE WHAT IT TAKES! I will die living it or die trying!
Well, that is all for my 1,000th post, I hope those of you who read it enjoyed my thread(:
Ciao,
Dreno33(:
DISCLAIMER: I own every right to every word in this thread(:
I have lived roughly 6,700 days since I poked my head into this world. I am a runner and hope this attribute about me prevents future obesity!
I am a definite adventurous. My mom (ANNOYINGLY) is the biggest home-body and my dad (THANKFULLY) is the biggest go-go man. We do everything fun together. As I mentioned awhile ago in a thread, I skydived on my 16th birthday, I hang-glided off a cliff and soared down to the beach when I was 9. (Funny thing was, I did it alone, the instructor hooked me up and forgot his gloves by his truck so went back to get it. I took this opportunity and ran off the cliff by myself. It was much more fun alone! My dad was furious, as was the instructor. But I survived).
I POOPED WHERE?
Another time when climbing half dome (my third climb) I got the urge to poop while climbing UP the cables... o.0 Grrrrrreat.... So once we got to the top I immediately laid down and went to sleep to prevent myself my shiiting my pants. (We hike at night so its cooler, and then watch sunrise on the dome and hike down in early morning) Once we got down the cables and then down the switchbacks (brutal part of the hike!), i sprinted to the nearest tree and squatted. GENIUS ME didnt check my surrounding before squatting, and I was of course on a slope. When I pooped, the big'o turd ROLLED (collecting dirt and dead foliage) INTO my underwear. *ffffffuuuuu* is all i was thinking. I yelled for my dad and he busted up laughing when he came walking around. I put my stinky underwear in a zip lock bag (dumped out trail mix) and hiked the rest of the 8 miles down without underwear... One of my many brilliant moments.
OH! i finally lost my last THREE baby teeth my freshman year of high school(: Damn things wouldn't come out! One fell out b/c my brother and I wanted to try tying a string to my tooth and my 20lb dumbbell and dropping it outside. We filmed it of course (though now I can't find the file) The last 2 I yanked out with plyers (within 30 minutes of each other) b/c I needed braces and couldn't wait anymore. Grew my adult teeth and almost 2 years later got my braces on in July! YAY!(:
THE BIGGEST SHOCK IN LIFE (thus far)
The summer after getting braces (finishing jr, entering senior year) I was scheduled for my wisdom teeth pulling. NEVER did we know what was soon to be hell...
The gave me relaxers and put on the laughing gas, this combined, put me to sleep. My mom later told me the operation took over 3 1/2 hours b/c the teeth wouldn't come out (sound familiar?) I woke up crying and asking where my ex was, Emily, who I had just broken it off with after 2 years. Mom said I loved her, wanted a hug, asked about 10 times where she was, and kept passing out in between these tantrums.
Doctor: It will take about 2-3 days until the bleeding stop, and the swelling will be completely in a week or less. The Doctor SAID....
2 weeks later...
My mouth will NOT stop bleeding. My mom is switching out gauze every 30 minutes and I've been passing out many times a day. She called them and they told her to bring me in. Turned out my blood-packed holes that where supposed to "heal" and stop bleeding in 2-3 days were now Dry Sockets. (That means serious effing pain, the blood pockets filling the hole are now gone and two walls of sore gums are now throbbing without any supporting walls...)
Doctor's solution? SEW the gums together (Picture a " U " and pulling both tips of the "u" together and sewing it shut. Then put me on oxycodone ("...Almost equivalent to meth. Give to 'Dreno33' with precaution." -Doctor) and gave a prescription of 30 tablets (size of a liquid gel advil pill)
I continued to bleed continuos for another 1 1/2 weeks. Why was I bleeding so much? Turns out OTHER doctors who tested me as a baby screwed up and didnt detect Hemophilia in my blood.
Hemophilia is a blood Disorder that encourages excessive bleeding when injured. For typical, non-severe Hemophiliacs, a cut in the skin longer than 6 inches requires stitches or the patient will never be able to heal shut the wound and most likely bleed out. Think of Hemophilia as not being able to "scap" or clot easily. Hemophilia A (the type I have) affects the "factor 8" in our bodies. A normal person has roughly around a number of above 100. MY "Factor 8" number is 11. Unfortunately, this number can only go down as I get older (maybe), but never up.
Now we know why I stopped bleeding after a month instead of 2-3 days(:
We went to a specialist in Sacramento, CA, and this jerk "Specialist" named all these awesome things NOT to do. HELL nah! "no roller coaster, no contact sports, no involvement of activities that include jerking of the head." MY GOAL HAS BEEN TO BUNJEE JUMP one day since I was 6. Now I can't :'( but I still do roller coasters!!
What else, OH! college. one of my most proudest times (soon to be). I am a business major with a concentration in Marketing. I plan on getting my bachelor's degree in THREE years and then head to LA to pursue my forever dream. I am in my second semester of college and will be ONE class away from a Junior at the end of the summer!(: yay! I'm on the fast track to success!
Once graduated, I will apply for a supervisor position down in LA (my uncle is the manager of the districts in CA for Waste Management Garbage Co. and I will most likely lean towards that company). While working down in LA, I will begin to start storming auditions, why? To earn a role in a movie, commercial, model position, anything. I need to get a dip into Hollywood. The thrill of stepping into another character's shoes and trying to portray yourself as a whole new being is breathtaking!! If only I could start now, how amazing the feeling is when you nail your lines and "become" your character in the story. It has been forever my dream. (My nickname as a lil kid was Hollywood b/c my family and uncles etc said I could always put on a show to get what I want and to entertain when I wanted with the blink of an eye) GOD I HOPE I HAVE WHAT IT TAKES! I will die living it or die trying!
Well, that is all for my 1,000th post, I hope those of you who read it enjoyed my thread(:
Ciao,
Dreno33(: