In the darkest of forests or the lightest of woods we went searching. Every eye was fixed on the ground and every square meter of the soil and fallen leaves were examined to reveal the mushrooms hidden underneath and beside them.
My friend and I defied cold and the threat of rain and went to the forest to go looking for edible mushrooms. In the end we ended up with a little shrooms we were pretty sure were edible which we cooked and used to make a pie.
Fingers crossed they were not some poisonous kind :) We can't know for sure yet, the really poisonous ones take 8 or more hours to show signs of poisoning.
Really there are many possible ways to die eating mushrooms you found in the woods by yourself. The most venomous one we have in Denmark is able to kill a person so there is reason to be careful what you put in your mouth!
I guess it would be quite bad to die due to intoxication since I imagine it to be extremely painful. From what I read most of the poison in these mushrooms is some kind of nerve poison which makes serious organ damage which cause them to fail. Pretty much reminds me of how painkillers work their magic when overdosing.
Death by mushroom seems to me like a death that is caused by stupidity or laziness. Either people knew too little about the things they found or were too lazy to find out exactly what kind of specimen they were holding in their hands. This said I believe I could be one of these stupid people one day. I have very little knowledge on mushrooms, but a great interest in them. Some day I might very well find myself calling the poison hotline and being rushed to the hospital with some severe poisoning.
søndag den 9. oktober 2011
fredag den 7. oktober 2011
Woman, get back in the kitchen!
The promising scent of banana cake starts to fill the room. Everybody who enters the kitchen smiles that little goofy smile while humming "Mhmm what a delicious smell!" I enjoy looking at them it's so funny watching their expressions which all tell the same story: They desire this cake they can't just have, but try getting a little closer with small polite remarks. But I don't give in the cake is not mine to share :)
Today I helped out in the kitchen at my mother's work. They had this meeting thing with some new customers and needed a little help. Since I take all the work I can get my hands on I was ready right away!
While I was in the kitchen I started wondering about all the things surrounding me which could end my life instantly. The knives, the oven and probably even the dishwasher would be able to finish me off within a few minutes. How would I feel about that? Well, not to happy I'll have to admit. To die in public in some kitchen accident sounds a little too, well, tragically hilarious to me. But how could it happen? I imagine myself standing at the table cutting some vegetables as the knife slips out of my grip. The sudden adrenalin rush as the knife darts towards my body knowing it most certainly is going to hit me. The pain which the stab causes and the jumping up and down to lower it. As I write it occurs to me that I haven't thought this through. No way could I die from this... Get hurt, yes, but die not so much.
Hmm oh well, there's always the odds that a person sneaks up from behind and stabs me while I happen to be in the kitchen. Or they pour boiling water over me, beat me with a meat hammer or hits me with a frying pan knocking me out cold.
Paranoia sure is bliss!
Today I helped out in the kitchen at my mother's work. They had this meeting thing with some new customers and needed a little help. Since I take all the work I can get my hands on I was ready right away!
While I was in the kitchen I started wondering about all the things surrounding me which could end my life instantly. The knives, the oven and probably even the dishwasher would be able to finish me off within a few minutes. How would I feel about that? Well, not to happy I'll have to admit. To die in public in some kitchen accident sounds a little too, well, tragically hilarious to me. But how could it happen? I imagine myself standing at the table cutting some vegetables as the knife slips out of my grip. The sudden adrenalin rush as the knife darts towards my body knowing it most certainly is going to hit me. The pain which the stab causes and the jumping up and down to lower it. As I write it occurs to me that I haven't thought this through. No way could I die from this... Get hurt, yes, but die not so much.
Hmm oh well, there's always the odds that a person sneaks up from behind and stabs me while I happen to be in the kitchen. Or they pour boiling water over me, beat me with a meat hammer or hits me with a frying pan knocking me out cold.
Paranoia sure is bliss!
torsdag den 6. oktober 2011
Veronika decides to die
Today I discovered this book with a most interesting title.The book is called "Veronika decides to die" and quite frankly I was instantly mesmerized. So pure so honest and straightforward a title haven't I seen in quite a while. I really hope to read the entire book someday, but for now I think I'll have to settle with the first few pages I can find online (haven't really sought hard anyway).
The book begins with Veronika wanting to end her life. In fact it is mentioned as "at last". It's so odd. She seems so content with her choice. Even though I only read the first pages I am captivated.
So a little like Veronika I have a wish to die at my own wish some day, but it has to be the right time and the right way (if I have anything to say on that matter). I guess everybody toys with the thought at some point of their life, some even keep going back in the trail of thought and circle around the topic. I admire those who actually take matter into own hands and do something about what they want. I myself must admit that I am probably too scared to do anything yet, but I assure you I have my plans in mind :) I want to know the end of the story that's what's keeping me going!
Things said I do NOT urge people to kill themselves. Or maybe I do I really don't know. It would be better for the world you know? Less people to destroy what's left of the beautiful places and species. It's so unethical of me to say things like that. I know in public you can't say so since everybody would shoo at you. "Shame on you!"
Also I don't know why we try talking people out of committing suicide. Wasn't their point with the whole act not to get away from this world and the mess that was their lives? Let them die if they really want to. Why try to convince them otherwise?
The book begins with Veronika wanting to end her life. In fact it is mentioned as "at last". It's so odd. She seems so content with her choice. Even though I only read the first pages I am captivated.
So a little like Veronika I have a wish to die at my own wish some day, but it has to be the right time and the right way (if I have anything to say on that matter). I guess everybody toys with the thought at some point of their life, some even keep going back in the trail of thought and circle around the topic. I admire those who actually take matter into own hands and do something about what they want. I myself must admit that I am probably too scared to do anything yet, but I assure you I have my plans in mind :) I want to know the end of the story that's what's keeping me going!
Things said I do NOT urge people to kill themselves. Or maybe I do I really don't know. It would be better for the world you know? Less people to destroy what's left of the beautiful places and species. It's so unethical of me to say things like that. I know in public you can't say so since everybody would shoo at you. "Shame on you!"
Also I don't know why we try talking people out of committing suicide. Wasn't their point with the whole act not to get away from this world and the mess that was their lives? Let them die if they really want to. Why try to convince them otherwise?
tirsdag den 4. oktober 2011
Wildlife prey
10 days ago a lynx escaped from a private person in a small town near my home. I actually first knew about this recently and it really doesn't bother me much. I guess the only real complaint I could have about it is that the police has allowed hunters to shoot it and the fact that a person I know hasn't been killed by it. Oh well, I guess you can't have everything.
This little anecdote is not pure madness it does in fact serve a purpose. I started thinking (or maybe really rethinking) on the matter of getting killed by wildlife especially of the carnivorous type. As a matter of fact I wouldn't mind it at all. I might perhaps even be a little happy. I know most animals wouldn't kill you to eat you, but still I wouldn't mind.
This might seem crazy to some people, but I believe that if I was ever killed by an animal I would have brought it upon myself. Not that I would force it, but I would probably have made some mistake along the approach of the animal and it panicked and reacted.
Maybe you would feel so alive at the end of life. Life being taken away by a wild animal. The adrenalin rush as the body desperately tries to run beyond its limits when sudden realization strikes: I can't escape. Claws dig in deep and start to cut the skin and rip the flesh apart. Blood spurts from open wounds and the pain and agony makes you want to scream, but no one and nothing can help you now. You are on your own and your destiny is set. There is no way back only one way forward. You leave your life at the claws of the superior predator.
This little anecdote is not pure madness it does in fact serve a purpose. I started thinking (or maybe really rethinking) on the matter of getting killed by wildlife especially of the carnivorous type. As a matter of fact I wouldn't mind it at all. I might perhaps even be a little happy. I know most animals wouldn't kill you to eat you, but still I wouldn't mind.
This might seem crazy to some people, but I believe that if I was ever killed by an animal I would have brought it upon myself. Not that I would force it, but I would probably have made some mistake along the approach of the animal and it panicked and reacted.
Maybe you would feel so alive at the end of life. Life being taken away by a wild animal. The adrenalin rush as the body desperately tries to run beyond its limits when sudden realization strikes: I can't escape. Claws dig in deep and start to cut the skin and rip the flesh apart. Blood spurts from open wounds and the pain and agony makes you want to scream, but no one and nothing can help you now. You are on your own and your destiny is set. There is no way back only one way forward. You leave your life at the claws of the superior predator.
mandag den 3. oktober 2011
Deathly sick
The past few days I have been knocked out cold with a fever quite high, headaches like hell and a voice that kept leaving me.
At such a time one is given an extreme amount of time to think about things. And therefor I have given death by disease much thought. I have always had a strong opinion on this subject. I NEVER want to die due to some fucked up annoying illness. I simply refuse! I can't stand the idea of being so helpless and just lying in a bed waiting for the sickness to finish me off. I know for sure I would rather take my own life than play the waiting game with diseases. Can you seriously think of any other way to go that would be more humiliating? Everybody who cares about you surrounding you, pitying you and having to endure all the sadness and melancholy which spreads in the room. Oh and not to mention that you would probably be a BIG burden to everybody. Personally I would hate that (but hey, I'm SUCH a people-pleaser.)
So if I ever was told I had caught an untreatable disease my first reaction would be anger. Anger and frustration. I would be angry with the disease and hate it for having infected my body. The next thing would be me leaving the hospital live life until I got bored and decided to put an end to it. But that's just me ;)
Speaking of diseases. My job at the hospital sometimes make me witness some very disturbing phone calls. I can't go into detail since I have signed this confidentiality thing, but some of the things I overhear are quite bad. I'm pretty lucky I'm only in the blood department so I don't actually see any patients or any bad injuries or anything. In fact the only "patients" I see are people coming to donate their blood.
At such a time one is given an extreme amount of time to think about things. And therefor I have given death by disease much thought. I have always had a strong opinion on this subject. I NEVER want to die due to some fucked up annoying illness. I simply refuse! I can't stand the idea of being so helpless and just lying in a bed waiting for the sickness to finish me off. I know for sure I would rather take my own life than play the waiting game with diseases. Can you seriously think of any other way to go that would be more humiliating? Everybody who cares about you surrounding you, pitying you and having to endure all the sadness and melancholy which spreads in the room. Oh and not to mention that you would probably be a BIG burden to everybody. Personally I would hate that (but hey, I'm SUCH a people-pleaser.)
So if I ever was told I had caught an untreatable disease my first reaction would be anger. Anger and frustration. I would be angry with the disease and hate it for having infected my body. The next thing would be me leaving the hospital live life until I got bored and decided to put an end to it. But that's just me ;)
Speaking of diseases. My job at the hospital sometimes make me witness some very disturbing phone calls. I can't go into detail since I have signed this confidentiality thing, but some of the things I overhear are quite bad. I'm pretty lucky I'm only in the blood department so I don't actually see any patients or any bad injuries or anything. In fact the only "patients" I see are people coming to donate their blood.
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