I've been able to deal with family deaths much better than I did when my dog died. He was a twelve year old Australian Shepherd/Border Collie mix and we had to put him down last winter. We went through all the normal grief, only to find out that our next door neighbor's dog had to be put to sleep the same day with the exact same symptoms. Investigators from the humane society determined that they both had become ill from poisoning by anti-freeze. So here we thought that his convulsions were due to old age or a tumor- only to find out later that he had been poisoned...I'm still trying to get over it.
I had a whole half year of non-stop fun:
First, my wife and I got a dog from the pound. Naturally we were excited, as this was our first major pet (other than fish) and we had spent a long time finding just the right dog. The day after we got him, he got sick. After 1.5 months of expensive treatments, we had to have him put to sleep. Its amazing how attached you can become to a sick dog in just a short time. Meanwhile...
The company I worked for was going down the tubes. The constant threat of bankruptcy (and having to find a new job) hovered over me constantly. But wait...
My wife and I went on a road trip for our vacation. Somewhere along the way, she ate something that was contaminated with e-coli. The day we got home she got incredibly sick and had to go to the hospital. She was there 16 days and many of her major organs (liver, kidneys, etc.) quit functioning. The whole time she was in extreme pain, and she nearly died. She had to go through months of recovery, and still (3 years later) isn't 100%. I hesitate to mention this, but the financial strain from this was almost more than we could bear. In the meantime...
My job situation gets worse. One of my best friends (who was also my boss) quit his position and moved 2000 miles away. I get forced into his position because there is nobody else to take it. I didn't know how to do his job, but it was a key position in the company and had to be done correctly for the company to survive. The pressure was on. Also, without this guy working at my company, I had no really close friends there. So I really didn't want to hear that...
My only brother blacked out and had a seizure. They took him to the hospital where the cat scan showed an orange-sized growth in his brain. He died in surgery two weeks later on Christmas Eve. This was the worst holiday ever for me and my family.
My job situation got even worse. There was open talk about bankruptcy in the air. I decided that in spite of everything else, I had to start looking for a job outside my region (there aren't many jobs here). I'm sure many of you know the many and varied joys of interviewing, etc.
My other best friend moves 2000 miles away. He was one of the ministers at my church and had given my lots of friendship and support through all the stuff above. Now, other than my wife and family, I had nobody really close to me to talk to about all the bad luck I had been having. Depression really began to set in.
I finally got a job, but it was 300 miles away from home. My wife and I decide that I have to take it, and that she would stay at home with the house while I worked and simultaneously tried to get a job back home. Being separated stinks.
All of this happened to me within a 4 month timespan (except for the part about the dog). I really believe that God helped me get through all this stuff without losing my sanity.
First, my wife and I got a dog from the pound. Naturally we were excited, as this was our first major pet (other than fish) and we had spent a long time finding just the right dog. The day after we got him, he got sick. After 1.5 months of expensive treatments, we had to have him put to sleep. Its amazing how attached you can become to a sick dog in just a short time. Meanwhile...
The company I worked for was going down the tubes. The constant threat of bankruptcy (and having to find a new job) hovered over me constantly. But wait...
My wife and I went on a road trip for our vacation. Somewhere along the way, she ate something that was contaminated with e-coli. The day we got home she got incredibly sick and had to go to the hospital. She was there 16 days and many of her major organs (liver, kidneys, etc.) quit functioning. The whole time she was in extreme pain, and she nearly died. She had to go through months of recovery, and still (3 years later) isn't 100%. I hesitate to mention this, but the financial strain from this was almost more than we could bear. In the meantime...
My job situation gets worse. One of my best friends (who was also my boss) quit his position and moved 2000 miles away. I get forced into his position because there is nobody else to take it. I didn't know how to do his job, but it was a key position in the company and had to be done correctly for the company to survive. The pressure was on. Also, without this guy working at my company, I had no really close friends there. So I really didn't want to hear that...
My only brother blacked out and had a seizure. They took him to the hospital where the cat scan showed an orange-sized growth in his brain. He died in surgery two weeks later on Christmas Eve. This was the worst holiday ever for me and my family.
My job situation got even worse. There was open talk about bankruptcy in the air. I decided that in spite of everything else, I had to start looking for a job outside my region (there aren't many jobs here). I'm sure many of you know the many and varied joys of interviewing, etc.
My other best friend moves 2000 miles away. He was one of the ministers at my church and had given my lots of friendship and support through all the stuff above. Now, other than my wife and family, I had nobody really close to me to talk to about all the bad luck I had been having. Depression really began to set in.
I finally got a job, but it was 300 miles away from home. My wife and I decide that I have to take it, and that she would stay at home with the house while I worked and simultaneously tried to get a job back home. Being separated stinks.
All of this happened to me within a 4 month timespan (except for the part about the dog). I really believe that God helped me get through all this stuff without losing my sanity.
Chaotic42
Lifer
- Jun 15, 2001
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My mom and I were in a car and got broadsided by a log truck when I was 7. It was loaded and doing 80.
She had 7 blood clots in her brain, shattered her jaw, got her teeth caught in her throat, smacked her head into the steering wheel, broke like 50 bones, had 12 strokes, 2 heart attacks, and was in a coma for 27 days.
Does that count?
She had 7 blood clots in her brain, shattered her jaw, got her teeth caught in her throat, smacked her head into the steering wheel, broke like 50 bones, had 12 strokes, 2 heart attacks, and was in a coma for 27 days.
Does that count?
Gee....where to start......:
At the age of 4 or so, while watching a squirrel, I get pegged in the head by something. No one knows what it was but the neighbor who carried me home had nickle sized blood stains on his shirt. Was rushed to the hospital where they stitched me up. Never did find out what hit me but the site of squirrels always reminds me of that....
At 5, I had just learned to ride a bike but couldn't stop or start by myself. Had my sister give me a shove and off I went. Got to a road which I had to cross to get home and since I couldn't stop without falling I decide to go for it.........SLAM!!!!!......get whacked by a car..... Twisted the bike up pretty good.....Get rushed to the hospital again where they proceed to stitch me up......
Fast forward several years, I'm in the Navy stationed on a carrier. One bright day during flight ops a nuggett comes in too low, ignores the wave off, pulls back too late, inverts the bird and slams the tower. I'm below decks in the AV Fuels filter room (picture a 12,000 gallon container full of jet fuel) when the call comes in to shut everything down as fast as possible (before the fire travels down the pipes and we blow up!!) and get the hell out of there.... Get up to the hangar deck and all I could smell was burning fuel and flesh (not a good smell)...we were tasked with getting the victims onto stretchers and down to medical......had to pick up one victim who was so cooked from the flash fire that one's fingers sunk clean through the skin and into the cooked muscle......and another who was so badly burnt that he had no face......his lips and eyes were fused shut and his nose was burnt off.........then we had to walkdown the deck searching for body parts....still picture it when I smell deisel smoke.........One of the many victims was a civilian I had chatted with several times, He had just become a new father and was the happiest man I had ever seen........He ended up getting caught under the wreckage of the plane that hit the tower just as he walked out onto the deck......very sad day....
I guess that's enough for now........I'll leave the rest for another day....
At the age of 4 or so, while watching a squirrel, I get pegged in the head by something. No one knows what it was but the neighbor who carried me home had nickle sized blood stains on his shirt. Was rushed to the hospital where they stitched me up. Never did find out what hit me but the site of squirrels always reminds me of that....
At 5, I had just learned to ride a bike but couldn't stop or start by myself. Had my sister give me a shove and off I went. Got to a road which I had to cross to get home and since I couldn't stop without falling I decide to go for it.........SLAM!!!!!......get whacked by a car..... Twisted the bike up pretty good.....Get rushed to the hospital again where they proceed to stitch me up......
Fast forward several years, I'm in the Navy stationed on a carrier. One bright day during flight ops a nuggett comes in too low, ignores the wave off, pulls back too late, inverts the bird and slams the tower. I'm below decks in the AV Fuels filter room (picture a 12,000 gallon container full of jet fuel) when the call comes in to shut everything down as fast as possible (before the fire travels down the pipes and we blow up!!) and get the hell out of there.... Get up to the hangar deck and all I could smell was burning fuel and flesh (not a good smell)...we were tasked with getting the victims onto stretchers and down to medical......had to pick up one victim who was so cooked from the flash fire that one's fingers sunk clean through the skin and into the cooked muscle......and another who was so badly burnt that he had no face......his lips and eyes were fused shut and his nose was burnt off.........then we had to walkdown the deck searching for body parts....still picture it when I smell deisel smoke.........One of the many victims was a civilian I had chatted with several times, He had just become a new father and was the happiest man I had ever seen........He ended up getting caught under the wreckage of the plane that hit the tower just as he walked out onto the deck......very sad day....
I guess that's enough for now........I'll leave the rest for another day....
N8Magic
Lifer
- Dec 12, 2000
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1. Watching my ex-landlord stick his hand underneath a RUNNING lawnmower that I was pushing around. (for what reason, i'll never know) It made the most sickening sound i've ever heard in my entire life and there was blood *everywhere*. His wife drove him to the hospital and thankfully they were able to patch everything back together, although he has major scarring on his first two fingers.
2. Driving home from work one night at 2AM, I see someone jump off of a bridge trying to commit suicide right in front of me.. but they jumped right into my lane and I almost hit the body on the way by. I was in total shock of what I saw, and thankfully there was a cop doing radar about a kilometer up the road. I told him about it and he went back to check it out.
2. Driving home from work one night at 2AM, I see someone jump off of a bridge trying to commit suicide right in front of me.. but they jumped right into my lane and I almost hit the body on the way by. I was in total shock of what I saw, and thankfully there was a cop doing radar about a kilometer up the road. I told him about it and he went back to check it out.
deerslayer
Lifer
- Jan 15, 2001
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- 0
- 76
On September 9th of last year when the phone rang at 1:30 am and my aunt told us that her son had been found dead. My cousin had killed himself the day before. It still bothers me a lot at times, but not as bad as it did the first few months 
Been through a lot of bad stuff with family, accidents, medical procedures, etc., but the worst time was when my best friend got raped, robbed and beaten badly. I felt every bit of her pain and it affected my life for a long time after. I still have the hate within me...it will never leave. They caught the guy immediately, so I never had a chance at him. I had to sit in the court at the trial and listen to his lies, and the lies of his court-appointed attorney. I could easily have killed the two of them in court, but had to sit there quietly holding back my rage.
Nothing that I feel warrants attention, if that makes any sense.
Whatever I can claim to have experienced, there will always be someone else whose pain eclipses and overshadows my own. I can only claim some semblance of empathy.
Whatever I can claim to have experienced, there will always be someone else whose pain eclipses and overshadows my own. I can only claim some semblance of empathy.
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