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- constitute: form or compose; "This money is my only income"; "The stone wall was the backdrop for the performance"; "These constitute my entire belonging"; "The children made up the chorus"; "This sum represents my entire income for a year"; "These few men comprise his entire army"
- makeup: an event that is substituted for a previously cancelled event; "he missed the test and had to take a makeup"; "the two teams played a makeup one week later"
- Cosmetics such as lipstick or powder applied to the face, used to enhance or alter the appearance
- constitution: the way in which someone or something is composed
- The composition or constitution of something
- The combination of qualities that form a person's temperament
- Mark with a scar or scars
- (scar) scratch: an indication of damage
- (scar) a mark left (usually on the skin) by the healing of injured tissue
- Form or be marked with a scar
- (scar) mark with a scar; "The skin disease scarred his face permanently"
- The physical and mortal aspect of a person as opposed to the soul or spirit
- the entire structure of an organism (an animal, plant, or human being); "he felt as if his whole body were on fire"
- The physical structure of a person or an animal, including the bones, flesh, and organs
- a group of persons associated by some common tie or occupation and regarded as an entity; "the whole body filed out of the auditorium"; "the student body"; "administrative body"
- A corpse
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Something like what the offspring of a paintball marker and a squirrel gun, airsoft guns shoot small plastic pellets at velocities that sting when hit, yet are safe enough to shoot a person without any permanent damage. The cute little circle in the picture there, just beneath my sternum, is a fairly good indicator of what an airsoft gun will do.
And now for the interesting stuff; my brother, like me, an avid airsoft player, recently purchased a new airsoft gun. For those of you who are curious as to the model, it's an Echo 1 614 Advanced RIS Carbine, or a replica of one of the assault rifles used by the US military. Anyways, yesterday my brother discovered through the research of a friend, that the model he had acquired had one of, if not the highest pellet velocity of any of the guns made by Echo 1. Naturally, he wanted to get shot with his new toy yet his parents preferred to be spectators in what was to come.
At an impasse, my brother turned to me, his sweet, kind little brother, me. Because I love my brother very much, I agreed to shoot him at no charge (What other brother would be so generous?). Christopher, my brother if you weren't aware, put on an old army jacket, for that extra level of protection, and then he covered his face with a couch pillow.
Standing at one end of the longest straight path in the house, I believe it was something like thirty feet, Christopher screamed at me to shoot him before he lost his nerve. Not wanting to impede any of the complex processes involved in squeezing a trigger, I assured him he would get shot whether he lost his nerve or not.
"We-PAP!" The gentle whirring of the gun's electric motor followed by the violent popping noise sounded once, and then again. "We-PAP!"
My brother is screaming again, but still not in agony; he had handed me the gun without checking to see whether or not it was loaded. Thus, I pulled the magazine out, sprinted up the stairs to my jar of plastic BB's, loaded the magazine, and hurried back to my shooting position. This time when my brother would start screaming again, it wouldn't be about his nerve which he was on the verge of misplacing, or about his dwindling patience.
Clicking the selector lever neatly into the semi-automatic position, I held the rifle tight against my shoulder and peeped through the recently-installed scope. "We-PAP!" Christopher wasn't moving or screaming in the milliseconds to follow, and so my finger was under the impression I'd missed. "We-PAP!"
That time, he was doubled over, screaming, stomping, and doing everything except rolling on the floor dieing. About this time, my mother is in hysterics of laughter, along with my dad, who was somewhat more capable of speech.
"You hit him twice in the same spot! I saw both pellets hit right there in the exact same spot!"
Indeed, I had. When Christopher had stopped thrashing about from the effects of his new gun, he lifted his tee-shirt and the camo jacket he wore to show the bruise; whereas the one in the picture is light pink, his was deep purple, and there were no other marks on his body.
Feeling rather guilty for such brilliant shooting skills--deep down, I'd known I couldn't miss; I make crazy shots every time I play airsoft--I offered to let Christopher shoot me. Actually, the real reason behind me giving him permission was for bragging rights; I knew the pellet's bite wouldn't affect me as much as it had him--it never does.
So, we traded places, only I'd ran upstairs to grab my goggles, and a surprise for my favorite brother. You see, Christopher's airsoft gun is capable of fully automatic fire at about 800 rounds per minute. I truthfully expected the gun to spew its wrath in my direction, and so when I posed for what wasn't a photo shoot, I had a loaded semi-automatic airsoft pistol in my pocket.
"We-PAP!" I didn't understand why Christopher was so terrified of being shot with his own gun; I didn't think it hurt any more than all other airsoft guns I've been shot with. As I'd expected, my response to getting shot wasn't anywhere near as dramatic as Christopher's.
He and I stepped towards each other a few paces, and he's joking when he asks "How about getting shot from here?!".
With an exuberant "Sure, why not?", I smiled and had the iron sights of my pistol lined up before Christopher could comprehend the words I'd spoken. All color in his face diminished, his jaw swung open, and he ducked instinctively behind a door while keeping his rifle aimed steady.
"No! You can't shoot him!" My mother jumped between us, trying to force my pistol up and my aim awry. For a few milliseconds, I savored the shock on Christopher's face, but then I put my airsoft pistol away; it was time for my family and I to laugh at the bruises on Christopher and I.
The rest of the story is pretty uneventful; mostly I went upstairs, took a picture of my chest, and then went to bed. Before I c
December 23 2008 - Post Op Day 1
Today was a long, long day. I didn't sleep much on the couch last night, only aided by the Vicodin making me sleepy occasionally. The knee was throbbing and quite painful if I didn't take the meds on time, so I was scared of going to sleep and missing the scheduled time. I had the ice machine on continuously. Today when I "woke up", I had zero appetite again, and was quite nauseous. I managed to eat a tiny bit of jello, so at least I had something in my stomach. I had a post-op appointment at 2pm back at Stanford and Dr F's office, so we got back in the car at around 12:45pm and headed back across the bay. The car ride was still definitely not pleasant, even with the drugs onboard, but we got there through the traffic on University Ave. The office was quite busy when I got inside (my dad was parking the car), and it was quite obvious that most of the regulars were on vacation already. The guy at the front desk had some serious issues finding my information in the computer. And then he looked up at me and said, "And are you in any pain today?" At this point my dad had walked in, and heard the tail-end of the question, so I heard a snort behind me. I kind of laughed at the guy, and looked down at my crutches, my wrinkled clothes, my knee that is about 3 times larger than normal thanks to compression stocking, elastic bandages, ice machine pad, and gauze, looked back up at the guy, and said "well, considering I'm less than 24 hours out from Dr F cutting into my knee, yes I'm in pain." I didn't mean to be bitchy, but, well....I didn't feel like being nice at that point - I just wanted to sit down. So the dude hands me a clipboard (again - two crutches, wobbly on my feet, what am I supposed to do with this, genius?) and asks me to fill out the form and hold onto it until I got called back into the exam room. My dad grabbed the clipboard and we went and sat down so I could fill out the stupid form. When I started reading the questions, I actually found them hilarious, and couldn't stop laughing: "What part of your body hurts?" "What does the pain feel like?" "What makes it hurt more?" "What makes the pain better?" Some of my answers were quite brief: "Knee" "throbbing, stabbing, burning, aching..." "Moving" "Drugs"
Since things were so busy, the PA was behind (I wasn't seeing Dr F today) by about 30 minutes. One of the office techs took me back at around 2:30pm and helped clean up the bandages and check everything out before bundling me back up again and telling me that the PA would be in in a few minutes. A few minutes turned into about 45 minutes - enough so that I was able to get a drug-induced nap in while laying on the table. He walked in and woke me up and was so embarrassed about how late he was and for waking me up. We talked a little about the surgery - no big incision (good - but they drew lines like they were thinking about it), lateral release revision (could hurt a lot more than the original lateral release), scar tissue removal, plica removal, and more shaving of beat up cartilage behind the kneecap (it's only been 9 months since the last clean-up, for god's sake - that's why the lateral release was important - to take the pressure off the kneecap on the lateral side). I'm on crutches for at least 2 weeks, and then my PT gets to start getting me off them, so it's not like I'll be ditching the sticks on Jan 5. Pain and swelling could be worse than March surgery - keep the ice machine on as much as possible and stay on schedule with pain meds. Keep the sexy compression hose on as much as possible, too. I go back for suture removal in a week (Dec 30), and then see Dr F in a month (Jan 27). PT starts on Jan 5.
Because things took so long in the office, we ended up smack-dab in the middle of rush hour, so the ride home sucked - I was right at pain med time when I finished in the office, so I scarfed a couple of pills before we left, and then settled in for a bumpy and uncomfortable ride. I still was not feeling like eating anything, so the evening consisted of me holding onto a piece of bread and thinking about eating it - I think it took me about 2 hours to eat a half piece of plain bread. Oh well.
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The Woochie Glass Attack FX Prosthetic Kit is a realistic Halloween latex appliance set creating a crash test dummy appearance that will have you the talk of the Hospital ER! Part of the Cinema Secrets EZ FX Kit collection, our Glass Attack Halloween FX Prosthetic Kit includes (3) glass shard latex appliances, spirit gum adhesive, blood gel and E-Z instructions. This 3-D Hollywood quality special effects kit uses the Cinema Secrets Woochie latex glass shard appliances for a realistic appearance that will give you a mutilated glass-filled face for your race car driver or car crash victim costume as well as to raise awareness to not drink and drive! Easily achieve the realistic look pictured by using our Injury Stack Cream Makeup (not included) to blend the glass shard appliance pieces with your own skin. Our Glass Attack FX special effects prosthetic kit will give you everything you need to complete your Halloween costume. It's easy as 1, 2, 3 when you adhere with Spirit Gum, secure the edges, and blend with makeup. Your face will be the talk of the party so raise a glass of 'shard'-onnay to toast to that! Makeup, makeup sponge not included.
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