Saturday, 3 September 2011

My love for Demolition Man


One of the thing's my wife hates about me is my obsession of the film Demolition Man



Starring
Sylvester Stallone, Sandra Bullock and Wesley Snipes



It's not the film itself she hates, in fact she's never even seen it. Her hatred comes from the fact that its been sitting on our Sky+ box taking up space for the last 5 years... even when I have a copy on DVD.



My love for the film though doesn't come from Stallone's cheesy lines, Bullocks bad acting or even Snipe's love for guns and verbal assaults. No, the obsession is built around a memory, it represents a moment of happiness, a release during an difficult time.


When I was about 13 I had to have my tonsils out, not a big or complicated procedure... for the normal person, but due to my heart complications and the medication I take one of the problems which always arise is bleeding.  I bleed, a lot. Taking a medication called Warfarin (a lot of people will probably be aware of this drug as its widely used to treat numerous cases and is frequently used with older patients.)
 #FUN FACT its also used in rat poison
Warfarin is used to stable the blood at a sufficient level to avoid clotting and hemorrhaging, with blood tests taken regularly to control it and haematologists advise the correct dose as levels tend to rise and fall.

Bristol Childrens hopsital - Where I had my tonsils removed



This meant that I bled, heavily and when the inside of your throat has had parts cut out and didn't clot over very well, every time I was sick it was not nice.


*warning next content can be unsettling
It was nothing but blood and lots of it, even through my nose. The first time it happened it scared the crap out of me as I was not expecting it.*


So this went on for a couple of days, and near the end of it I had had enough, I was sick of it literally as well as physically. I turned on the TV and up next was Demolition Man and for that hour and a half I was happy, being 13 I loved the film... guns, violence, naughty words, cheesy lines... this film was awesome. It took my mind off everything, I was no longer thinking when was I going to be sick or if I'd get to sleep that night, I didn't care.


So when my wife asks me...


'Can I delete this off the Sky+ planner?'


Yeah why not, delete away part of my life.



There are some moments in life we will leave behind forever, then there are others we will carry with us through to our parting days.

  There are two things I remember from this time, the first was being constantly sick, scared and wondering if it would ever end. The second was this film and the peace it brought.  Everything else is a blur, something that will fade even more in time.



So in the words of John Spartan:

'Enough! This isn't the Wild West. The Wild West wasn't even the Wild West. Hurting people's not a good thing! Well, sometimes it is, but not when it's a bunch of people looking for something to eat!'



That's right, it made absolute no sense to this post... but I felt it was relevant... Thank you for reading.



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