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[Siberian Husky]

 


 


 





please..do not erase this post nils..as insignificant as it may come off..there lies much truth in the tears streaming from my emoticon...i am without a leg to stand on in the race of life...i hobble forth simply counting the splinters as they wound my wounds...

[pianistimo]

splinters?  here let me help you. 

seriously.  there is a balm in gilead.  there's also a balm in the health food store (tiger balm).  it's really good for soreness for pianists muscles.  try it!  you'll feel suddenly like (not ben gay)  but really good.  it doesn't have a bad smell , but it kind of burns at first and then feels really hot. 

ps  weren't you complaining before about muscle soreness?  now splinters?

[Siberian Husky]

as informative as your post was, rich in facts on splinters and ointments..

im afraid my previous statement was simply a metaphoric cry for help...tis easier for I to mask my depression under thought provoking imaginatives...

with my theory of mind knowing suffering and pain are prerequisits to mental gain...unfairness clouds my sphere of influence as my luck only allows me to dance with the wolves when they hunger for a meal..

[pianistimo]

sounds exciting. 

what if there was a splinter relief center.  it would be somewhat based on emergency room training.  people would put your name down on a list and tell you to sit over there.  then you would wait for a couple of hours.  then some nurse would come in and ask you "on a scale of 1 to 10, how bad is the pain." you would explain that it is just a cry for help.  they would send you back into the waiting room to observe your mental condition.  occasionally moaning and groaning, you would only start to observe the people around you at about hour 3.  it is then you take note of the baby that swallowed a marble, and the like.  you start moving around, helping compassionately all those people waiting for their turn.  offerring drinks of water and back seat first-aid advice.  soon you feel good enough to leave.

[Siberian Husky]

sorrow excites no one...

[pianistimo]

without sorrow there would be no joy.  you must learn to accept it.  to embrace it.  to actively seek pain at times.  you must resist the urge to take out the splinter.  try to see how long you can avoid going back into the emergency room.  it will impress the nurse.

[Tash]

awwww poor husky *gives siberian husky a hug*
be like me and have a fat rant on your pain, it always helps

[pianistimo]

tash, it is people like siberian husky that must learn that one little splinter is all it takes to break a normal pianist.  to send them into fits of 'fingertip damage depression.'  this comes with minor burns as well.  so highly developed is this sense that it could be a 'sixth' sense. when one recieves a burn or spinter, this sense is taken away and leaves the pianist feeling depressed and disabled (wondering if the feeling will return).  when experienced with muscle soreness, the acute realization that if one does not play the piano at all times a mental illness will soon develop. 

[Tash]

ouch 'fingertip damage depression', does that actually exist? i slammed my finger in a car door once and got really paranoid i wouldn't be able to play for like 2 months, and then was meant to be playing in chapel that week and freaked out i wouldn't be able to play so got out of it via sympathy haha.
i feel sorry for any pianist who has what you're describing

[pianistimo]

i once had it with minor frostbite.  you can't just run your hands under water that is hot.  it has to be cold (like your fingers) then gradually warmer and warmer or you'll kill yourself with pain.

[abell88]

What's wrong, Husky? Are you feeling better yet?

[gorbee natcase]

this nowt wrong with thee Ive had worse shaving that art fine ( in broad yorkshire full monty dialect)

[raffyplayspiano]

lol full monty dialect.  genius

raffy