Near death experience
Oh, I feel like hell.
So, here's what I did yesterday. I decided to get some of that nylon foam and using my hot knife that kyle gave me, and the skill-hot knife (basically an exacto blade version of a hot knife) and my all powerful dremmel, I set out to construct little carrying cases to hold my miniatures. Carrying cases in the store cost $50 and would allow me to carry and store about a 1/20th of my armies. So, you see the dillemma.
Anyway, it's cold outside so I plugged in my super cool hotknife and began to cut the nylon foam without too much of an afterthought, until I realized that this was in no way good for me, and the nylon foam that was burning away was clearly putting its smoke in my lungs. So, I stopped using my hot knife, but believe me, not before the damage done. It feels like my throat has been rubbed with steel wool and I am out of my head, though I'm kind of thinking that's due to the Tussin that my lovely wife suggested I take. Well, technically it is a sore throat. But whatever it is that's causing my medicine head, be it medicine or brain cells killed from huffing smoke from burning nylon, clearly, I shouldn't have been editing Shock Tea today, but I did--in between naps.
Now, I'm pretty sure I should eat. Lynn's at work, so I'm trying to do as little as possible--what with my brain not working right. Is this what Forrest Gump meant by "stupid is as stupid does." Makes sense.
So, here's what I did yesterday. I decided to get some of that nylon foam and using my hot knife that kyle gave me, and the skill-hot knife (basically an exacto blade version of a hot knife) and my all powerful dremmel, I set out to construct little carrying cases to hold my miniatures. Carrying cases in the store cost $50 and would allow me to carry and store about a 1/20th of my armies. So, you see the dillemma.
Anyway, it's cold outside so I plugged in my super cool hotknife and began to cut the nylon foam without too much of an afterthought, until I realized that this was in no way good for me, and the nylon foam that was burning away was clearly putting its smoke in my lungs. So, I stopped using my hot knife, but believe me, not before the damage done. It feels like my throat has been rubbed with steel wool and I am out of my head, though I'm kind of thinking that's due to the Tussin that my lovely wife suggested I take. Well, technically it is a sore throat. But whatever it is that's causing my medicine head, be it medicine or brain cells killed from huffing smoke from burning nylon, clearly, I shouldn't have been editing Shock Tea today, but I did--in between naps.
Now, I'm pretty sure I should eat. Lynn's at work, so I'm trying to do as little as possible--what with my brain not working right. Is this what Forrest Gump meant by "stupid is as stupid does." Makes sense.
posted by Monstro D. Whale at
7:40 PM
3 Comments:
I don't know of anyone who has sung the praises of huffing nylon fumes, but if you cruise on over to mcchris.com, you can hear the writer for The Cartoon Network's "Sealab 2021" sing "The Tussin," a paean to Robotussin trip-outs.
By the way, I've heard that huffing Freon will counteract the effects of nylon fumes. I'd try it immediately.
Dummy.
Have a nice chaw of asbestos while you're at it. On the plus side, you are now in the perfect mental state to sit around watching Ren and Stimpy until your intelligent wife comes home and laughs at your ass for me.
The lads at the woodshop would be proud. No socially acceptable stigma associated with this affliction. Definitely beats sniffing glue or huffing paint. Or actually going to hear the person who created the SeaLab 2020 song in concert. That's almost as insane as owning -- and actually listening to -- Bob Gibson singing Shel Silverstein.
Oh my, you've probably just shortened your life by a few years...(But then again, who wants to get old.)
I hope you are recovering.
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