What's The Worst Thing(s) That Ever Happen To You?

coolcar_leo · 08-12-2009, 12:37 PM

What's the very worst thing that happen to you in your whole life?

The worst thing that ever happen to me was my appendix popped and i had to go to the hospital for 2 weeks.
Then later on(3 days later) I had to go back and stay for 1 more week.

So what's the worst thing(s) that ever happen to you?

frapp · 08-12-2009, 12:41 PM

I got hit in the eye with shards of a broomstick. Artificial lens in the left eye. Can't see shit out of it really. Most painful experience in my life. I had to have surgery and stay reclined (in a recliner) for an entire month without moving except to bathe or use the bathroom. Boring, and very depressing time.

coolcar_leo · 08-12-2009, 12:43 PM

I also forgot to add they put a tube in my penis.
When they took it out it hurt like hell.

^_^ · 08-12-2009, 12:54 PM

Mmmm....

When I got my wrist dislocated.x.x

Then I refused to go to the hospital or any doctors just so I can play in lacrosse. Shit move right there.xD

There was this girl who I was defending for that noticed my wrist and started hitting my wrist repeatedly every time I stole the lacrosse ball from her.xD

dsi · 08-12-2009, 01:30 PM

When I was playing Basketball, and I dunked the ball but my hands were wet, and I slipped off the rim, and fell face first to the concrete, lucky I didnt break my nose, and just knocked out 2 permanent teeth, now I got fake ones

Rbd · 08-12-2009, 02:02 PM

the worst thing that ever happen to you was when I lost one of my dogs...

**Mrs. Morris** · 08-12-2009, 02:14 PM

Can't say I've had very many ER trips, the few I have had were when I were younger and over smaller things.

My tonsils are crappy, and I used to get tonsillitis about once a year. One time it got so bad, my tonsils swelled up to 4x4, and the biggest they can get is 5x5. I couldn't swallow food because my tonsils were blocking my throat, and it was extremely painful to even try to swallow anything.

Then, with this pregnancy I ended up getting Hyperemesis Gravidarum, which basically instead of the usual morning sickness, I had gotten so sick I couldn't eat or drink anything day or night. Anything and everything made me throw up just minutes after. It got so bad that I was really dehydrated and losing weight FAST and I didn't know what to do, so I went to the ER where they hooked me up with fluids and gave me some Zofran in the IV. I felt better for about 3 days, and slowly went back into dramatic not eating not drinking. Ended up back in the ER the next month, and I made them give me some Zofran pills to take with me. One pill could usually make me feel good *enough* for a couple days, and they only gave me 8 pills, so I had to make them last till I could get to Italy and see my OB/Gyn.

I ended up losing 25lbs pretty fast cause of that, and that had to be the most miserable I can EVER recall feeling and it lasted about 3 months before it started to get better.

Then, theres something else that really can't even compare to those two situations, but it's the worst I've ever felt mentally, not physically. When me and Tom were just dating, he pretty much lived at my house, he only went home to sleep. Well one day I was taking a nap, and when I woke up he had left, and my parents said he went to hang out with his friends, cause he hardly ever saw them since he moved to our city.

I tried calling, but his cell phone was off. I was kinda mad, so I took the car and went looking for him, I knew where the friends he was hanging out lived, so I went straight over there and his van was in the driveway. I went to the door, knocked, someone finally answered and said that they were out somewhere, they weren't sure where.

I didn't know what to do cause I had no way to get ahold of him. So I sat in the car for a minute trying to think about what I was going to do, and while I was sitting there, a van pulled into the driveway, and I thought 'oh ok, cool he's back'. So I got out of the car and was going to go see him or whatever. Well, all his friends got out of the car but he wasn't there. One of them seen me, ran up to me and said "Omg stephanie tom is in the hospital". I screamed. Literally. I started bawling and screaming and didn't know what to do, but they explained what happened, and turns out they had gotten jumped, tom got hit on the back of the head and was taken unconscious to the hospital.

So, I followed them up to the hospital to see him, and that's when I was finally put at ease, cause when I seen him, he was conscious, but his short term memory was totally jacked up. He was asking me why he was there every 20 seconds. Thankfully it slowly came back and by the end of the night we could take him home. His memory was a little longer by then, and he was still trying to figure out what happened and was asking us every minute why his head hurt and what happened.

Thank god by the next couple days his short term memory was back to normal, but he doesn't remember a single thing about that night, and doesn't even know why he left me without waking me up or anything.

It ended up ok, but that was the absolutely most horrifying thing I have EVER experienced. To think something as bad as death happened to someone you've been with for so long....It's just....horrible. :(

coolcar_leo · 08-12-2009, 02:21 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Mrs. Morris

Can't say I've had very many ER trips, the few I have had were when I were younger and over smaller things.

My tonsils are crappy, and I used to get tonsillitis about once a year. One time it got so bad, my tonsils swelled up to 4x4, and the biggest they can get is 5x5. I couldn't swallow food because my tonsils were blocking my throat, and it was extremely painful to even try to swallow anything.

Then, with this pregnancy I ended up getting Hyperemesis Gravidarum, which basically instead of the usual morning sickness, I had gotten so sick I couldn't eat or drink anything day or night. Anything and everything made me throw up just minutes after. It got so bad that I was really dehydrated and losing weight FAST and I didn't know what to do, so I went to the ER where they hooked me up with fluids and gave me some Zofran in the IV. I felt better for about 3 days, and slowly went back into dramatic not eating not drinking. Ended up back in the ER the next month, and I made them give me some Zofran pills to take with me. One pill could usually make me feel good *enough* for a couple days, and they only gave me 8 pills, so I had to make them last till I could get to Italy and see my OB/Gyn.

I ended up losing 25lbs pretty fast cause of that, and that had to be the most miserable I can EVER recall feeling and it lasted about 3 months before it started to get better.

Then, theres something else that really can't even compare to those two situations, but it's the worst I've ever felt mentally, not physically. When me and Tom were just dating, he pretty much lived at my house, he only went home to sleep. Well one day I was taking a nap, and when I woke up he had left, and my parents said he went to hang out with his friends, cause he hardly ever saw them since he moved to our city.

I tried calling, but his cell phone was off. I was kinda mad, so I took the car and went looking for him, I knew where the friends he was hanging out lived, so I went straight over there and his van was in the driveway. I went to the door, knocked, someone finally answered and said that they were out somewhere, they weren't sure where.

I didn't know what to do cause I had no way to get ahold of him. So I sat in the car for a minute trying to think about what I was going to do, and while I was sitting there, a van pulled into the driveway, and I thought 'oh ok, cool he's back'. So I got out of the car and was going to go see him or whatever. Well, all his friends got out of the car but he wasn't there. One of them seen me, ran up to me and said "Omg stephanie tom is in the hospital". I screamed. Literally. I started bawling and screaming and didn't know what to do, but they explained what happened, and turns out they had gotten jumped, tom got hit on the back of the head and was taken unconscious to the hospital.

So, I followed them up to the hospital to see him, and that's when I was finally put at ease, cause when I seen him, he was conscious, but his short term memory was totally jacked up. He was asking me why he was there every 20 seconds. Thankfully it slowly came back and by the end of the night we could take him home. His memory was a little longer by then, and he was still trying to figure out what happened and was asking us every minute why his head hurt and what happened.

Thank god by the next couple days his short term memory was back to normal, but he doesn't remember a single thing about that night, and doesn't even know why he left me without waking me up or anything.

It ended up ok, but that was the absolutely most horrifying thing I have EVER experienced. To think something as bad as death happened to someone you've been with for so long....It's just....horrible. :(

Dang that really must have been the worst thing for you

.
Also he got jumped to did they figure out who did it?

dsi · 08-12-2009, 02:29 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Mrs. Morris

Can't say I've had very many ER trips, the few I have had were when I were younger and over smaller things.

My tonsils are crappy, and I used to get tonsillitis about once a year. One time it got so bad, my tonsils swelled up to 4x4, and the biggest they can get is 5x5. I couldn't swallow food because my tonsils were blocking my throat, and it was extremely painful to even try to swallow anything.

Then, with this pregnancy I ended up getting Hyperemesis Gravidarum, which basically instead of the usual morning sickness, I had gotten so sick I couldn't eat or drink anything day or night. Anything and everything made me throw up just minutes after. It got so bad that I was really dehydrated and losing weight FAST and I didn't know what to do, so I went to the ER where they hooked me up with fluids and gave me some Zofran in the IV. I felt better for about 3 days, and slowly went back into dramatic not eating not drinking. Ended up back in the ER the next month, and I made them give me some Zofran pills to take with me. One pill could usually make me feel good *enough* for a couple days, and they only gave me 8 pills, so I had to make them last till I could get to Italy and see my OB/Gyn.

I ended up losing 25lbs pretty fast cause of that, and that had to be the most miserable I can EVER recall feeling and it lasted about 3 months before it started to get better.

Then, theres something else that really can't even compare to those two situations, but it's the worst I've ever felt mentally, not physically. When me and Tom were just dating, he pretty much lived at my house, he only went home to sleep. Well one day I was taking a nap, and when I woke up he had left, and my parents said he went to hang out with his friends, cause he hardly ever saw them since he moved to our city.

I tried calling, but his cell phone was off. I was kinda mad, so I took the car and went looking for him, I knew where the friends he was hanging out lived, so I went straight over there and his van was in the driveway. I went to the door, knocked, someone finally answered and said that they were out somewhere, they weren't sure where.

I didn't know what to do cause I had no way to get ahold of him. So I sat in the car for a minute trying to think about what I was going to do, and while I was sitting there, a van pulled into the driveway, and I thought 'oh ok, cool he's back'. So I got out of the car and was going to go see him or whatever. Well, all his friends got out of the car but he wasn't there. One of them seen me, ran up to me and said "Omg stephanie tom is in the hospital". I screamed. Literally. I started bawling and screaming and didn't know what to do, but they explained what happened, and turns out they had gotten jumped, tom got hit on the back of the head and was taken unconscious to the hospital.

So, I followed them up to the hospital to see him, and that's when I was finally put at ease, cause when I seen him, he was conscious, but his short term memory was totally jacked up. He was asking me why he was there every 20 seconds. Thankfully it slowly came back and by the end of the night we could take him home. His memory was a little longer by then, and he was still trying to figure out what happened and was asking us every minute why his head hurt and what happened.

Thank god by the next couple days his short term memory was back to normal, but he doesn't remember a single thing about that night, and doesn't even know why he left me without waking me up or anything.

It ended up ok, but that was the absolutely most horrifying thing I have EVER experienced. To think something as bad as death happened to someone you've been with for so long....It's just....horrible. :(

wow, did he have to get stitches?

**Mrs. Morris** · 08-12-2009, 02:32 PM

The police were supposed to get back to him about if they caught the person who did it or not, but they never did, so we don't know. But when they went in to do the thing where you chose from a set of pictures who did it to you, they all chose the same person, even though tom couldn't remember the night, one person stood out to him for whatever reason.

And no stitches, luckily it didn't really bust him up too bad, mainly it swelled the back of his head a little and left a little scabbing/bruising. I think he just ended up having a few days of headaches.