Lost Words and Unfinished Thoughts

Injuries intrigue me. Now this was the thought that started my thinking as I sat in this boring AA meeting. I had already shared a well crafted and utterly bullshit story about my problems, not exactly helping me, but freeing me from reality as thought overtook me, allowing me to ignore the large, mop furred yak that bawled beside me.

But, I thought about it. Another project that might not get finished, but interesting nonetheless. In a post apocalyptic setting, could somepony survive hypovolemic circulatory shock? Maybe? I then thought about a gun shot wound to the leg, severing an artery, and creating this deadly cycle of increased blood pressure, but before I could finish that thought, another one arose as I found myself standing in an alley, coughing as I took too big of a drag off of a cigarette I hadn't realized that I had been smoking.

I forgot what I was thinking as I was dropped back into my worries and my reality. I sighed before returning to my cigarette, inhaling deep and feeling my brain float and cloud up.