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You can take a gram of tylenol at at time or 15 mg/kg, whichever is less. Watch out for the vicodin which also has 500mg of acetaminophen (tylenol) in it. It's easy to get too much. Most of the effect of vicodin is from the acetaminophen. the hydrocodone part actually does very little except f/u up. Alternating with motrin (ibuprofen) every 4 hours helps too. Shouldn't make you bleed unless you're already bleeding. But as always, take as directed and read the bottle.

The caption says "Oregon State, America" and the date. Looks like a bad ankle fracture- probably went to surgery the same day. Just FYI, that type of injury often disrupts the blood supply to the foot, so if you're hours away from a hospital (or even if you're not) you might want to think about putting it back in right then and there. You probably wouldn't fcuk it up any worse than it already is. That said, I'm not advocating people do this unless they are qualifed medical personel. Besides, you shouldn't trust info off the internet anyway. I might just be talking out my a$$ for all you know. JN

First off, condolences to the family of the deceased (had to say that so I'm not accused of being completely callous). But it just goes to show that you can live right, healthy, and safe, but still be killed or maimed at any time. I bet the jogger ate low fat foods, stayed in shape (hell why else would anyone want to run?), and didn't drink to excess. A tragedy. I'd rather live life to the fullest, not obsess about the future and enjoy LIVING, not just life. So everyone, drink heavily, party late, eat well, and pull.

What's a farker? I'm suprised you know Domo-kun though... haha Actually everyone has seen him in that "God Kills a Kitten" email but no one seems to know who he is or his name.

Hey everyone, just joining this full on party and wanted to say hi to everyone. Damn this sounds like a AA meeting intro... But my story's pretty much the same as everyone else's here. I friend of mine talked me into jumping at Perris about a month ago after talking about it for years. I figured I'd just go straight to AFF and jump without some guy spooning me in midair, so I signed up for AFF1. Besides, I knew at the very least, I'd "like" it, since I've climbed for years and actually liked taking long (if safe) falls and loved heights. You all can guess what happened. It's a short but sordid story of spending every subsequent day off finishing AFF (no repeats, yay!), taking the packing courses, and doing my first solo jumps. It's hard to describe the draw of jumping to others. It's not really the adrenaline rush (though it's pretty fun to look down from 13k, realize you'll die if things don't work out properly, then jump out anyway) that gets me out there. Maybe it's the sense of freedom and leaving the earth with all it's problems behind. It all came together yesterday on the sunset load. I was the last one out of the plane as the sun sank low on the horizon, casting an orange glow through the door of the plane and the landscape below. I took second to breathe in the scene and then rolled out the door. I didn't notice the 120 mph wind, the ground rushing up to meet me, but only the feeling of being free and airborne as the sun raced me down. I did some backloops, barrel rolls, then a little tracking back towards the DZ and everything just seemed so fluid and natural. After being caught by my nylon friend, I floated gently to the ground, touching down with a perfect landing in a light wind. Perfect jump. I stood there for a bit, looking up, jealous of the birds flying lazily by above me, and smiled. I'm going out there again as soon as I can though it's supposed to rain the next few days. All my friends think I'm crazy, and maybe I am. I'm like the little lab rat pushing that bar to get the cocaine fix over and over (anyone read those studies?) Anyway, just introducing myself to you all! J