I hope I'm not giving you the wrong idea upon entereing here, but it's not a metaphor I'm using towards my own death. It's simply a thread about 'dead' (or sleeping) limbs.
I bet you've all tried it, some more than others. You sit in an awful position for a while, your leg dies due to a cut-off blood supply, or you wake up with a dead arm because you've been lying on it for a long time.
Do you experience this often? When's the last time you had a limb going to sleep? What do you usually do to wake it up again?
It's one of life's great mysteries.
As for me? I experience it quite often, I'd say. I have a habit of positioning myself shrewdly, so I almost experience it every day.
The last time I had a sleeping bodypart is right now. I've been sitting in an awkward position in my chair for a while and when I moved my left leg I couldn't feel my left cheek (not the face, cheek) - so now I'm goin to stand up and slap myself in the ass a little, to restore the blood supply.
*Smack*
I bet you've all tried it, some more than others. You sit in an awful position for a while, your leg dies due to a cut-off blood supply, or you wake up with a dead arm because you've been lying on it for a long time.
Do you experience this often? When's the last time you had a limb going to sleep? What do you usually do to wake it up again?
It's one of life's great mysteries.
As for me? I experience it quite often, I'd say. I have a habit of positioning myself shrewdly, so I almost experience it every day.
The last time I had a sleeping bodypart is right now. I've been sitting in an awkward position in my chair for a while and when I moved my left leg I couldn't feel my left cheek (not the face, cheek) - so now I'm goin to stand up and slap myself in the ass a little, to restore the blood supply.
*Smack*
