Palliativity 146: Concealed Carry Me

I'm in Florida in a strange time in America's history of violence.

This entry is not about guns, but rather hiding in plain-sight.

The gear sling bag I carry everywhere serves many purposes. The 2011 Maxpedition Colossus is a concealed-carry incase-of-apocalypse everyday action-pack! It is made of mercenary quality nylon and sports a bevy of hidden clip-holders, grenade pouches and places to stash semiauto hand-cannons…

Oorah?

My chronic pain condition requires an armory of weapons to balance out the bad. The gear-sling's most unique feature is that the bag also functions as a ninja sling. My left arm is able to hang completely relaxed all the time, a reflex going back to the recovery period following the initial injury.

It's liberating to be able to rely on myself to carry all the medicine and tinctures I need to get thru daily life adventures, built into a platform that gives adequate support while keeping up appearances.

After a decade and a half of practice, I'm starting to get a handle on this.

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Palliativity 144: sick & flying high

M357

My chronic-pain condition has a strange physiological reaction to illness. Simply put, my pain dials down when I'm sick.

None of my doctors have ever been able to explain this phenomenon. This flies in the face of the whole science of how the body's histemic reaction functions.

Having a cold, such as the one I am trying to fight off right now, puts me in a Catch22 position. I kinda wish I could sustain a mild cold for extended periods of time in order to cut the pain.

Then again, I'm not one to be unappreciative of small gifts such as this one.

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