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Post by berkley on Jul 17, 2015 15:01:58 GMT -5
Ow! Whaddaya do that for? |
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Post by berkley on Jul 17, 2015 15:04:53 GMT -5
Wow, you guys really know how to make a fella feel guilty for having a relatively happy life (knock on wood)! Seriously, I care about you all a whole lot and it hurts me when any of you are hurting. Dan, shax, Scott and everybody else going through a rough patch, I hope and pray things get better for you soon. If I can help in any way, just ask. Cei-U! I summon the geek solidarity! Seriously, it's always hard to know what to say to people in situations like this, but I echo these words. Hope things start looking up for all our members here currently going through some tough times. |
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Post by wickedmountain on Jul 17, 2015 18:59:04 GMT -5
Hi all , been awhile since I posted on here depression/life has been hard lately  so I have been just living day to day.. sigh. Also with my other health problems I have that makes it difficult also. some days I just don't want to get out of bed I really don't but I always force myself to. but I hope you all have been doing well. Sorry to hear it's been such a struggle. I was recently there myself. Fortunately, things turned around when they least seemed likely to. We're here if you feel like talking about it more. Many of us have waged that battle (and some are still waging it). TY friend  |
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Post by wickedmountain on Jul 17, 2015 19:00:09 GMT -5
Back at work for (knock wood) my first full day (came in yesterday about 1:30) since June 19. First time I've had to be functional in the a.m. in the intervening 4 weeks. Part of what propelled me back to work (I still have something like 30 hours' worth of sick leave accrued) was the physical isolation of interacting with no human beings at home, which exacerbating my longstanding tendency toward depression. In which vein, I can & do definitely empathize, wicked mountain. Stay strong friend and ty hope things are better for you soon. |
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Post by wickedmountain on Jul 17, 2015 19:00:41 GMT -5
TY all for the kind words appreciated.
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Post by shaxper on Jul 17, 2015 19:21:35 GMT -5
Today started amazingly well, crashed and burned horrendously in the afternoon, and, just as I was starting to feel things were getting better, I got a phone call: my 73 year old mother is in the emergency room. Well, screw dieting tonight, at least... Good lord. My co-worker has been out all week, I learned when I got back Wednesday afternoon, because his 81-year-old father fell flat on his back in his assisted living center & smacked the hell out of his head on a concrete floor. As a result of the attendant impact, bleeding, bruising, etc., not till yesterday was he able to recognize anyone. Not to be morbid (said the morbid guy), but this is far from the first time I've thought that in some ways it's just as well that I lost my parents young & don't have to cope with these sorts of concerns while I'm aging myself. (Part of the situation, of course, is that my mother just wasn't in good shape mentally or, increasingly, physically toward the end. Sort of sobering to realize that she was 1 year & 2 months older than I am when she died.) My dad died at 65. He went to the doctor regularly, always did everything the doctor ordered, exercised every morning, and generally took excellent care of himself. Then his doctor missed a dark spot on his kidneys when he took an X-ray to find out why my dad was coughing all the time and losing weight. By the time they caught it, it was Stage 4 Renal Carcinoma. He died a few months later. My mother has never been healthy, never taken care of herself, seldom does what the doctor orders, and attacks life as if it's there for the taking. She's now 72. I'm sure there's a lesson to be learned there. So I'm hoping this turns out to be something minor. They actually had to bring out the electro cardio stimulator thingies and shock my mother's heart rate down to under 100 today. That finally got it under control after racing at above 150 beats per minute even at resting for over 24 hours, but they still have no idea what the cause is or if it's indicative of a larger problem, so she'll be spending at least another evening under observation. Not the first scare we've had with her, but her quality of life remains rich, and that's all that matters. |
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Post by dupersuper on Jul 17, 2015 19:26:10 GMT -5
I don't usually like discussing personal matters since I have been using my real name on the forums, but honestly, I need any support I can get at the moment. So I am going to just change my screen name for now anyway. Not that anyone would have much luck googling my name, but whatever. On the brighter side, when I looked at my notifications this morning and saw that "Crimebuster" had replied to one of my posts, I immediately knew you must have changed your name. Darn...I was hoping his real name was Crimebuster. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2015 20:47:13 GMT -5
Good lord. My co-worker has been out all week, I learned when I got back Wednesday afternoon, because his 81-year-old father fell flat on his back in his assisted living center & smacked the hell out of his head on a concrete floor. As a result of the attendant impact, bleeding, bruising, etc., not till yesterday was he able to recognize anyone. Not to be morbid (said the morbid guy), but this is far from the first time I've thought that in some ways it's just as well that I lost my parents young & don't have to cope with these sorts of concerns while I'm aging myself. (Part of the situation, of course, is that my mother just wasn't in good shape mentally or, increasingly, physically toward the end. Sort of sobering to realize that she was 1 year & 2 months older than I am when she died.) My dad died at 65. He went to the doctor regularly, always did everything the doctor ordered, exercised every morning, and generally took excellent care of himself. Then his doctor missed a dark spot on his kidneys when he took an X-ray to find out why my dad was coughing all the time and losing weight. By the time they caught it, it was Stage 4 Renal Carcinoma. He died a few months later. My mother has never been healthy, never taken care of herself, seldom does what the doctor orders, and attacks life as if it's there for the taking. She's now 72. I'm sure there's a lesson to be learned there. So I'm hoping this turns out to be something minor. They actually had to bring out the electro cardio stimulator thingies and shock my mother's heart rate down to under 100 today. That finally got it under control after racing at above 150 beats per minute even at resting for over 24 hours, but they still have no idea what the cause is or if it's indicative of a larger problem, so she'll be spending at least another evening under observation. Not the first scare we've had with her, but her quality of life remains rich, and that's all that matters. All best wishes to her & to you. As I've whined before, my parents (& also my mothers' parents, both of whom died years before I was born ... my dad's, though, lived until their 80s) just weren't meant to live long lives, & I've assumed the same is true of myself. I might've thwarted that by stumbling into my need for this surgery, though. (When I asked, the surgeon said that if I hadn't decided to have the umbicular hernia looked at, & hence the necrotic bowel discovered, probably I would've just gone to sleep one night & never woken up because of the toxicity. Speaking of sobering.) |
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Post by shaxper on Jul 17, 2015 21:12:24 GMT -5
I might've thwarted that by stumbling into my need for this surgery, though. (When I asked, the surgeon said that if I hadn't decided to have the umbicular hernia looked at, & hence the necrotic bowel discovered, probably I would've just gone to sleep one night & never woken up because of the toxicity. Speaking of sobering.) So very very glad you did |
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Post by the4thpip on Jul 18, 2015 2:25:07 GMT -5
Good lord. My co-worker has been out all week, I learned when I got back Wednesday afternoon, because his 81-year-old father fell flat on his back in his assisted living center & smacked the hell out of his head on a concrete floor. As a result of the attendant impact, bleeding, bruising, etc., not till yesterday was he able to recognize anyone. Not to be morbid (said the morbid guy), but this is far from the first time I've thought that in some ways it's just as well that I lost my parents young & don't have to cope with these sorts of concerns while I'm aging myself. (Part of the situation, of course, is that my mother just wasn't in good shape mentally or, increasingly, physically toward the end. Sort of sobering to realize that she was 1 year & 2 months older than I am when she died.) My dad died at 65. He went to the doctor regularly, always did everything the doctor ordered, exercised every morning, and generally took excellent care of himself. Then his doctor missed a dark spot on his kidneys when he took an X-ray to find out why my dad was coughing all the time and losing weight. By the time they caught it, it was Stage 4 Renal Carcinoma. He died a few months later. My mother has never been healthy, never taken care of herself, seldom does what the doctor orders, and attacks life as if it's there for the taking. She's now 72. I'm sure there's a lesson to be learned there. So I'm hoping this turns out to be something minor. They actually had to bring out the electro cardio stimulator thingies and shock my mother's heart rate down to under 100 today. That finally got it under control after racing at above 150 beats per minute even at resting for over 24 hours, but they still have no idea what the cause is or if it's indicative of a larger problem, so she'll be spending at least another evening under observation. Not the first scare we've had with her, but her quality of life remains rich, and that's all that matters. My aunt is 68 and went through an episode of tachycardia like that a few months ago and has been perfectly fine ever since. They also never found a reason. I'm hoping that everybody who's posted about their struggles here (and those who're struggling but chose not to share) will see better days very soon. |
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Post by the4thpip on Jul 18, 2015 2:27:30 GMT -5
Yay, my best friend finally got into university. He's had a very tough life and didn't manage to get his high school degree until last year at the age of 33, so he was very disappointed not to get in immediately and spent another year working odd jobs.
He will study to be a social worker, and his life experience will make him awesome at his job I just know.
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Post by Icctrombone on Jul 18, 2015 6:25:35 GMT -5
Good lord. My co-worker has been out all week, I learned when I got back Wednesday afternoon, because his 81-year-old father fell flat on his back in his assisted living center & smacked the hell out of his head on a concrete floor. As a result of the attendant impact, bleeding, bruising, etc., not till yesterday was he able to recognize anyone. Not to be morbid (said the morbid guy), but this is far from the first time I've thought that in some ways it's just as well that I lost my parents young & don't have to cope with these sorts of concerns while I'm aging myself. (Part of the situation, of course, is that my mother just wasn't in good shape mentally or, increasingly, physically toward the end. Sort of sobering to realize that she was 1 year & 2 months older than I am when she died.) My dad died at 65. He went to the doctor regularly, always did everything the doctor ordered, exercised every morning, and generally took excellent care of himself. Then his doctor missed a dark spot on his kidneys when he took an X-ray to find out why my dad was coughing all the time and losing weight. By the time they caught it, it was Stage 4 Renal Carcinoma. He died a few months later. My mother has never been healthy, never taken care of herself, seldom does what the doctor orders, and attacks life as if it's there for the taking. She's now 72. I'm sure there's a lesson to be learned there. So I'm hoping this turns out to be something minor. They actually had to bring out the electro cardio stimulator thingies and shock my mother's heart rate down to under 100 today. That finally got it under control after racing at above 150 beats per minute even at resting for over 24 hours, but they still have no idea what the cause is or if it's indicative of a larger problem, so she'll be spending at least another evening under observation. Not the first scare we've had with her, but her quality of life remains rich, and that's all that matters. This is why I'm amazed that people continue to place their faith in doctors. I can't believe this situation with your mom has never happened before to anyone else. They should have a file or resource they can call on. I always say that you can become a doctor if you finish at the top of your class in medical school or if you just passed with a "D." |
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Post by Cei-U! on Jul 18, 2015 6:31:06 GMT -5
Hey, gang, I will be offline from about noon today until late Monday afternoon as I take a much needed break from Golden Age comics to hang out at my sister's (and help her set up her new computer). Try not to burn the place down while I'm gone, 'kay?
Cei-U!
See you on the flipside!
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Post by Prince Hal on Jul 18, 2015 8:14:48 GMT -5
Hey, gang, I will be offline from about noon today until late Monday afternoon as I take a much needed break from Golden Age comics to hang out at my sister's (and help her set up her new computer). Try not to burn the place down while I'm gone, 'kay? Cei-U! See you on the flipside! Are you taking the Cosmic Treadmill to get there? |
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Post by Cei-U! on Jul 18, 2015 8:47:44 GMT -5
If by "cosmic treadmill" you mean a 2010 Kia then yes!
Cei-U!
I summon the sweet ride!
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so I have been just living day to day.. sigh. Also with my other health problems I have that makes it difficult also. some days I just don't want to get out of bed I really don't but I always force myself to. but I hope you all have been doing well. 
