My freshman year in high school I got pneumonia really bad. I had to go to the emergency room and was in the hospital for 9 days. I had fever of 103-5 for a while...they would have to change my sheets every 3 hours or so because they would get so wet from the sweat. I could only use one lung for a while - the other was completely clogged. Even though it happened right before Thanksgiving -- with all of that vacation time -- I missed about 26 days of school (went back mid January). Lost a lot of weight. I was 6' and weighed aout 120...I remember it hurt to sit. The doctors said it would take about 10 years to fully recover. For about the next 5 or 6 years, I got sick many times a year, my immune system was so screwed up. It killed my track/cross country carreer. I just had the sinus/plane thing happen a few days ago...ugh, miserable! ------------------ Whitey will pay.
High school. First time I ever drank. Thought it would be a good idea to go ahead and see what my tolerance was. I threw up five times that night and for times the next morning. ------------------ "There is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable. There is another which states that this has already happened." Douglas Adams
I am usually a verry healthy person, but I have had a few doosies. when I was 5-6 My brother and I both got sick just as my parents bought a new houst(actually a 200yr old farm house in upstate NY) we had little to no money because of just buying the house, and were sleeping on mattresses in the middle of the living room floor because we had yet to move in properly. also the living room was verry close to the bathroom. I had a 105 temp, and lots of throwing up, and Hallucinations. it lasted for about a week, but the 105, was just one night. otherwise it was 102 fevers, and vomiting. My dentist later asked if I had ever had a serious fever, because there was some tooth decay caused by this fever. or tooth damage(whatever kinda sounded weird to me) so not only did this cold make me sick as a dog, it also made me get 2 fillings because it weakend my teeth!!!??!?! another sicknes was when I was living like an animal at college. I got so sick that I was rushed to the infirmary, three seperate times. (If you went to URI, you know that the infirmary is a scary place. one of my buddies was asked to get nakid, and put his feet in stirrups like he was gonna get a papsmere, all this for stomach pain) I digress. well I Had hallucinations with this cold aswell, and the doctors had never seen it before. they said it was mono like, but they had no idea what it was. My mom and Bro camt to pick me up, and I was sick over my entire christmass break. fever topped out at 103.5 thirdly while living in a house on the ocean at URI in my Jr. year there was a #2 heating oil spill on a nearby beach. The air was filled with the stench for weeks, and all of my housemates got really sick. 1 roomate had viral Pnemonia(1 week in the hospital), and they thought he has menegitis(SCARY). I had broncheitis, another housemate had pre-pnemonia, still another just had a nasty sickness. of the 6 people in the house 5 got sick, and our dog had to go the Vet. the one woman in the house had some femenine issue, but I never really wanted to know excatly what(I think that had more to do with her lifestyle than the oilspill) well that should be enough nastyness for today PEACE ------------------ Hanta-Force Paintball www.hanta-force.com
I have three. I know I said this before and no one believed me, but it is true. When I was about seven or eight I got scratched by a stray cat. We went on vacation to Disney world or land (whichever is in Florida) and I came down with cat scratch fever. It really sucked. I got this huge lump on my arm and I just felt awful. It was terrible. When I was seventeen I had my first knee surgery. When I was nineteen I had my second. Nothing is more painful that a knee surgery where they put a screw in to realign your kneecap. That took out my whole summer and almost three years later my knees still swell and are painful. When I was a freshman in college, I got pneumonia. No one ever really figured out how or why, but we seemed to think that it was some sort of allergic reaction to all the nasty dust in our brand new dorm rooms. It really sucked too. I missed three weeks of classes and ended up having to take incompletes in some classes just to pass. I had to work over Christmas break on projects. I ran a fever, couldn't stop coughing, could barely breathe because my chest was so tight, and the incompetent doctors in Georgetown,TX couldn't figure out what was going on. I was miserable for my first semester in college. Oh well, I survived. ------------------ Poopy!
Ali, My pneumonia story kicks your pneumonia story's ass! ------------------ Whitey will pay. [This message has been edited by rimbaud (edited March 27, 2001).]
Well, that sure explains a lot about you moe. ------------------ "We need a chicken butt." -- heypartner is moving swiftly to help make the CC.net BBS more efficient and run faster. RAM was the first step, apparently this is the second!
10 years does beat a Christmas workover. rimbaud, you win. Sorry Ali. You should have embellished w/ the cat scratch fever.... perhaps talking about your eye instead of your arm. ------------------ (===)
When I ate bad squirrel, I got very, very sick. Fortunately it didn't stop my diet . ------------------ Cuttino: When you have thousands of people telling you, 'You can do it, you can do it,' it helps you out an awful lot.
Sick Stories, I had a piece of fiberglass insulation stuck in my friggin' eyeball for three days. I am one of those people who cannot stand to get anything near their eyes, but I was nearly digging in that sucker with a pitchfork to get that thing out. It was in there three days, and it hurt every time I blinked.... Ever wonder how many times you blink in a day? Well, stick some insulation in your eye and you'll feel each one. I had to wear a homemade eyepatch and it was nearly swollen shut from all of my prodding. I finally broke down (I have no insurance or money) and went to an eye doctor, and he pulled the dang thing out in like 10 seconds. He put some dye in my eye then shown some infrared light in there and he could see it plain as day. When I was a little kid, about 7 or 8 I had a temperature of 105 and was hallucinating. Don't remember much about it, but I know I was sick as hell. The sickest from drinking came on a trip to Lake Livingston. My girlfriend (now wife) and I were having some argument and I decided to go with my friends for the weekend to the lake and get drunk off my a$$. On the way there I drank half a bottle of Cysco (?sp), when I got there I drank half a bottle of Mad Dog 20/20. Don't ask me WHY I was drinking that filth. It was the only time I have ever drank that crap in my life. After that I was buzzing a little, and letting my anger (from the girlfriend argument) flow. There were these teenagers (I was about 25 or 26) next to us and they were all being nice and stuff, but I was being a total ass to them (rimmy and Jeff are probably shocked to hear that ) When we drove up and parked they came walking up with no shirts on, just jeans and cowboy hats, and they had country music playing in their campsite, and I hate country music. So anyways, I drink about 12 Budweisers in about two hours (maybe more) and get so smashed that I end up puking in the back of one of the hicks pickup truck. Some people puke at the meer mention of alcohol, but puking for me is very rare. I've only puked on a handful of occasions and that was after a massive intake of various alcoholic beverages. The funny thing was that all these teenagers were at the lake after their prom, and the guy who's truck I puked in had an air mattress in the bed of his truck where he and his girlie friend were supposedly gonna spend the night. They ended up sleeping in the cab... funny stuff. Anyways, so I puked in there, and they had to drag me out of the truck because I was not cooperating, and they pulled me up over the tailgate (closed) and I dropped onto the gravel covered ground. There I lay in my own puke with puke still coming out of my mouth and I yelled, "Hey, Mark!" (to a friend of mine who I had been yelling 'Hey, Mark' to all day annoying the hell out of him) and he said "WHAT?!". To which I answered, "Who's puke is this??" Man, I laugh every time I think of that. So, my dumbass friends leave me there all night on the gravel and puke to sleep it off. When I woke up the next morning around 6:00 am I had one of the worst headaches of my life. I went to the nearest bathroom to clean up a bit. When I got there I puked some incredibly disgusting pine green bile-like substance... that was nasty. I still felt like crap when it was time to leave. I tried riding in the cab, but it was making me sick, so I had to ride in the bed of the truck all the way home, and it was about 50 degrees outside. Before we left, I tried to eat something to calm my stomach. So, I ate a blueberry muffin. As we exited the freeway and started towards my friends parents house, I puked again. This time a cool purple color. That was also the first time I ever met my friend's dad... He thought I was an idiot. Gaining 30lbs after suffering serious back, ankle, and knee injuries is a sick feeling. Adds insult to injury.... Also, not being able to do the things athletically that I used to be able to do from not having a daggon knee ligament is a sickening feeling, especially for someone who was into so many sports. The sickest feeling I ever had in my stomach was standing with my family watching my brother wheeled into the elevator on his way to heart transplant surgery, him waiving good bye to us. Geez, it's even hard to type it here. (He came out okay) ------------------ DREAMer's Rocket Page
That reminds me of another sick feeling I had a couple years ago. My dad had triple bypass surgery and he had alot of complications from lung damage he recieved 30 years ago. He was 60 when he had the surgery, he quit smoking when he was in his 30's but his lungs were already damaged and unable to recover totally. Anyway he had leakage in his lungs and almost got pneumonia. The moment I had the sick feeling was the day after the surgery. He was in intensive care and that is one of the worst places to go to. The air was very thick and nasty, (the thought of the air could make me puke). Anyway we walked up to his bed surrounded by like 9 other beds of other ppl that were in serious condition. He had tape over his chest but you could see tubes coming in and out of his chest. His eyes would roll back and forth and he could barely talk. His hands were all cold and pale and when my mom was talking to the doctor he was looking towards her and so I was looking around at all of the other patients. It's pretty sad to see some of these ppl alone during visitation. Anyway all of the sounds of machinery and the tubes, and the eyes, and the thick air caused me to almost faint. I never had that feeling before in my life, I had to step back and walk to this corner to regain my composure. He got out alright though, it took a few weeks and he missed my birthday, but he's alive and so thats rad. THAT was the sickest moment of my life. The mono was just the longest sick feeling of my life. ------------------ Mmmm ... open-faced club sand wedge.
Your ICU story reminds me of the days I used to work as a pharmacy tech in a hospital making IV's for patients. The misery and death in an ICU was one of the most difficult things to get used to. I still remember the name of the 1st person I watched die at the hospital I worked at, even though it was about a decade ago. He could barely move and couldn't talk, but he would smile everytime I came in to check on his IV to see how much was left. About 1 week later I was making sure the "crash carts" were stocked because the pharmacist said the guy may go overnight. He did. That was so sad. But as you continue to watch people die, watch them try to "jump-start" them, or watch patients with "DNR" tags on their beds, you get de-sensitized. DNR stands for "Do Not Resuscitate" -- basically meaning, if they're dying, don't try to save them, just let them die. I have no idea how ICU nurses (my mom was one) can put up with that, but they all eventually get de-sensitized. ------------------ "We need a chicken butt." -- heypartner is moving swiftly to help make the CC.net BBS more efficient and run faster. RAM was the first step, apparently this is the second!
DREAMer, funny you should mention the eye trouble. Just last week I had an iron sliver extracted from my eye. It wasn't that painful, just irritating. In fact, it was starting to rust - it could have been a lot worse. ------------------ The Badministrator
How ironic. About 12 days ago I started getting a fever and overnight my temperture rose to 102. Having returned from Nigeria 3 weeks ago, any fever must be assumed to be Malaria, so I spent 8 hours on a Saturday in the ER at St Lukes getting tested. Thankfully the result was negative, but come Sunday morning, after a sleepless cold sweat kind of night, I wake up with Chicken Pox. Today is my first day back at work. They tell me that Chicken Pox in mature age people can be really bad (I am 30), but mine was mild by all accounts - the doctor prescribed Acyclovir(?sp) which I think helped a lot. By far the worst pain I've ever endured was when I dislocate my ankle. My foot was stuck at right angles to my leg. ------------------ Maybe all the rulers are wrong. Current Rocket's Salary & Contract Info
Damn man.. Are you sure your name isn't Jekyll? ------------------ My dream job is to be a Houston Rockets towel boy.
