Ooh, I got one! So for a while, I had these pains in my abdomen that sometimes got super bad, to the point that it could wake me from sleep or all I wanted to do was lie down or curl up in a ball. Eventually (last August) the pain got really bad so I thought "so if this pain doesn't go away in an hour, I'm going to the hospital" well, an hour passed so I drove myself there after telling my dad that I'm going. It hurt like hell but I safely got there (was around 11pm.) I then found out I have been suffering from gallstones and my gallbladder was becoming very necrotic and was scarred and inflamed. Had to be on strong painkillers but not for long (only for 10 hours) but they made me throw up and become light headed since I'm not used to them (oxycondone did it.) One of the drugs was to suppress the nausea from the painkiller and its side effect was so strange. It made it so you couldn't breathe automatically so it was something you had to think about constantly. If you didn't you would hear beeping since the oxygen concentration went down. After surgery was much better (just a little sore and had to take care of the incision sites) Fast forward a year (almost anyway) and I never had pain like that since.
Sucks that some fear going to the doctor because it costs so damn much.. its so stupid that stuff WE NEED!! can cause us to die slower then if we didnt get help BY LOSING YOUR HOME AND NOT BEING ABLE TO GET FOOD!!!!
Mine: Back at the beginning of Covid, when they advised self-isolation I ended up complying mid March 2020. Alone and not leaving my apartment for 3 or 4 weeks, beginning April I noted a wound or two on my foot, appearing out of nowhere. Due to Covid I didn't want to go to the emergency to get it checked out (I'm Canadian so I don't have the silly financial discouragement for seeking medical aid), so I figured I'd clean the wounds myself, wrapped in white paper towels because I never have anything like bandages (and if I did they'd be too small for this). After like a week of this one night trying to sleep I had to pee, so got up, slipped on my foot blood. Fell to the floor slowly so didn't hurt, but I've always been incredibly awkward at getting off the floor (tall and overweight, my body is rather unwieldy). But every time as I figure it out, I always need ROOM. This is when I realized how cluttered my place was. Scooted my butt back to the bed to pull myself up, a bit too tall to get the right leverage. Scoot to the next room, the kitchen, where I keep an office chair, also too tall. And the pneumatics are too strong to lower it without sitting on it. Luckily I thought to drink some water out of the fridge while I was in the vicinity. Head to the living room for my OTHER office chair, maybe I can lower THAT one. But before I reach it I "fall" from my sitting position, lying down now, and find that all of this energy expended - over about 2 days - I had run out and didn't have enough left to sit up. Naturally people in my life (then-girlfriend, brother, some friends) kept calling asking where I was, but the only reachable phone was the landline in my kitchen, and it was 3am when I could have grabbed it, too late at night to call anyone (in retrospect I should have brought it with me, didn't occur to me I'd still be on the floor hours later). My cell was up on my living room desk AND dead. I figured the only chance was if my girlfriend (with her set of keys) managed to make her way all the way to me because I was supposed to have locked my front door. But she had never gone there on her own, she wasn't independent enough to travel that far, I always picked her up. Two and a half days later it turns out these people came to the decision to call 911 on me for a welfare check. On paper sounds ridiculous, calling 911 because I didn't answer my phone (or touch Facebook), but in reality it turned out to be the right call. The combination of sheer shock/surprise and relief that flooded me when I saw the paramedics came in my door, they mistook it for me being delirious or something, because that's what they told my brother, to this day my brother refuses to be corrected on this. I heard him leave a message as they were finishing up! Mentally I was fine, I was just so happy to be saved. One look at my foot and "We're taking you to the hospital!". I felt like "Nah, I just need help getting up", but didn't object, made sure they grabbed my cell and CHARGER. They must have claimed my delirium to my brother EARLY because I clearly had the presence of mind to beg for my charger along with my phone, as well as my clothes, and we talked in the ambulance, I answered questions, we had a conversation! Get to the hospital, doctors tell me my foot is infected, they have to amputate or it'll spread and kill me. !!!! (MUCH later, months, I saw the word "gangrene". Well, I understand THAT word! THAT word rather explains everything!). Turns out the infection had eaten through the bottom of my foot, but I had stopped feeling things in my feet years earlier or it would have hurt like hell. There's a strong temptation to feel "If not for Covid, might have caught it in time", but no. That infection went from 0 to 60 in one night/sleep, there WAS no earlier. So, hanging out in a wheelchair now, got a great prosthetic leg for if I want to walk or drive. Had to get a new apartment, that one was a basement apartment, had to climb up AND down stairs to enter AND leave, it was ridiculous. New place is handicapped accessible, but the only place in the area that is (NO stores, nothing), it's really clear that we don't have anything like the ADA, seems like the ONLY way Canada isn't more progressive and thoughtful than the States, and it's the one way that affects me! *sigh*
My pensioner friend lives with a married couple who are his, and my, really good friends. Salt of the earth people. Old guy's son and daughter-in-law live next door. Our friends were away for a week and decided to come home early because the old guy told them over the phone that he'd been throwing up....but not to worry, his son and DIL were there. They came home anyway because they got a bad feeling about it. When they got home and they'd been there a few mins, he threw up and it was pure blood. He didn't realize it was blood, for some reason. The son is an entitled man-child who is always demanding money from his old dad and the wife is not much better. He had been throwing up pure blood for a few days and the son and DIL didn't call an ambulance! My friends called ambulance immediately and the medics said if they'd waited much longer he'd have died. He was bleeding internally. His son visited him in hospital and his main concern was trying to convince his father to give him access to his bank accounts and power of attorney over his investments. He started shouting and making a fuss in the hospital because his dad refused...he was ordered to leave. The old guy said, sadly he can't trust his own son. He's more interested in the money. His dad almost died and he stopped visiting him in hospital because he wouldn't give him access to his bank accounts. Some people!
When I met my wife she had terrible acid reflux. Constantly drinking pepto bismol, milk, and over the counter heart burn meds. Finally a few years later I told her to go see a doctor about this. The doctor told us that her acid reflux was so bad that it tore a hole in her stomach and if we had waited a few more days, even a week, she would have died. Luckily they were able to get everything fixed and she now has no more acid reflux or heart burn.
Okay listen up my dudes, here's what you're going to remember. If you have have heart-related pain, especially if it radiates down your arm, and you have a sense of impending doom, THAT COULD BE A HEART ATTACK! A sense of impending doom is legitimately a sign of a heart attack! So if that's you, do something about it! Call 911 if you can (or your country's equivalent), just get help! This stranger on the internet wants you to live to watch another video! This has been a PSA, have a nice day and try not to die! :)
funnyest thing I went to doc for was to get a toy soldier head out of my ear also I was geting earwax out of my ear also I was 7 I was dumb so dont guge
I'm on a mission to start figuring out all of the games in Rufus' backgrounds, since he never names them, but I was sure the cowboy one was Red Dead Redemption (1 or 2)? I haven't played any so all I can do is some Googling to find stuff I recognize. EDIT: I wrote that before I started the video, I thought I saw wild west stuff, LOL! Yeah, comparing with gameplay videos this appears to be Uncharted 4 indeed.
Ooh, I got one! So for a while, I had these pains in my abdomen that sometimes got super bad, to the point that it could wake me from sleep or all I wanted to do was lie down or curl up in a ball. Eventually (last August) the pain got really bad so I thought "so if this pain doesn't go away in an hour, I'm going to the hospital" well, an hour passed so I drove myself there after telling my dad that I'm going. It hurt like hell but I safely got there (was around 11pm.)
I then found out I have been suffering from gallstones and my gallbladder was becoming very necrotic and was scarred and inflamed. Had to be on strong painkillers but not for long (only for 10 hours) but they made me throw up and become light headed since I'm not used to them (oxycondone did it.) One of the drugs was to suppress the nausea from the painkiller and its side effect was so strange. It made it so you couldn't breathe automatically so it was something you had to think about constantly. If you didn't you would hear beeping since the oxygen concentration went down.
After surgery was much better (just a little sore and had to take care of the incision sites)
Fast forward a year (almost anyway) and I never had pain like that since.
Sucks that some fear going to the doctor because it costs so damn much.. its so stupid that stuff WE NEED!! can cause us to die slower then if we didnt get help BY LOSING YOUR HOME AND NOT BEING ABLE TO GET FOOD!!!!
The fact that medical expenses is often a good enough reason to stay away from the hospital is a horrid fact of our broken society
And then the delays adds additional cost as the disease / injury becomes more serious 😞
Such a good day to be Canadian, eh?
Mine: Back at the beginning of Covid, when they advised self-isolation I ended up complying mid March 2020. Alone and not leaving my apartment for 3 or 4 weeks, beginning April I noted a wound or two on my foot, appearing out of nowhere. Due to Covid I didn't want to go to the emergency to get it checked out (I'm Canadian so I don't have the silly financial discouragement for seeking medical aid), so I figured I'd clean the wounds myself, wrapped in white paper towels because I never have anything like bandages (and if I did they'd be too small for this). After like a week of this one night trying to sleep I had to pee, so got up, slipped on my foot blood. Fell to the floor slowly so didn't hurt, but I've always been incredibly awkward at getting off the floor (tall and overweight, my body is rather unwieldy). But every time as I figure it out, I always need ROOM. This is when I realized how cluttered my place was.
Scooted my butt back to the bed to pull myself up, a bit too tall to get the right leverage. Scoot to the next room, the kitchen, where I keep an office chair, also too tall. And the pneumatics are too strong to lower it without sitting on it. Luckily I thought to drink some water out of the fridge while I was in the vicinity. Head to the living room for my OTHER office chair, maybe I can lower THAT one. But before I reach it I "fall" from my sitting position, lying down now, and find that all of this energy expended - over about 2 days - I had run out and didn't have enough left to sit up.
Naturally people in my life (then-girlfriend, brother, some friends) kept calling asking where I was, but the only reachable phone was the landline in my kitchen, and it was 3am when I could have grabbed it, too late at night to call anyone (in retrospect I should have brought it with me, didn't occur to me I'd still be on the floor hours later). My cell was up on my living room desk AND dead. I figured the only chance was if my girlfriend (with her set of keys) managed to make her way all the way to me because I was supposed to have locked my front door. But she had never gone there on her own, she wasn't independent enough to travel that far, I always picked her up.
Two and a half days later it turns out these people came to the decision to call 911 on me for a welfare check. On paper sounds ridiculous, calling 911 because I didn't answer my phone (or touch Facebook), but in reality it turned out to be the right call. The combination of sheer shock/surprise and relief that flooded me when I saw the paramedics came in my door, they mistook it for me being delirious or something, because that's what they told my brother, to this day my brother refuses to be corrected on this. I heard him leave a message as they were finishing up! Mentally I was fine, I was just so happy to be saved.
One look at my foot and "We're taking you to the hospital!". I felt like "Nah, I just need help getting up", but didn't object, made sure they grabbed my cell and CHARGER. They must have claimed my delirium to my brother EARLY because I clearly had the presence of mind to beg for my charger along with my phone, as well as my clothes, and we talked in the ambulance, I answered questions, we had a conversation! Get to the hospital, doctors tell me my foot is infected, they have to amputate or it'll spread and kill me. !!!! (MUCH later, months, I saw the word "gangrene". Well, I understand THAT word! THAT word rather explains everything!). Turns out the infection had eaten through the bottom of my foot, but I had stopped feeling things in my feet years earlier or it would have hurt like hell.
There's a strong temptation to feel "If not for Covid, might have caught it in time", but no. That infection went from 0 to 60 in one night/sleep, there WAS no earlier. So, hanging out in a wheelchair now, got a great prosthetic leg for if I want to walk or drive. Had to get a new apartment, that one was a basement apartment, had to climb up AND down stairs to enter AND leave, it was ridiculous. New place is handicapped accessible, but the only place in the area that is (NO stores, nothing), it's really clear that we don't have anything like the ADA, seems like the ONLY way Canada isn't more progressive and thoughtful than the States, and it's the one way that affects me! *sigh*
Thank you so much for your video.
Story 3
Neglect much?
My pensioner friend lives with a married couple who are his, and my, really good friends. Salt of the earth people. Old guy's son and daughter-in-law live next door. Our friends were away for a week and decided to come home early because the old guy told them over the phone that he'd been throwing up....but not to worry, his son and DIL were there. They came home anyway because they got a bad feeling about it. When they got home and they'd been there a few mins, he threw up and it was pure blood. He didn't realize it was blood, for some reason. The son is an entitled man-child who is always demanding money from his old dad and the wife is not much better. He had been throwing up pure blood for a few days and the son and DIL didn't call an ambulance!
My friends called ambulance immediately and the medics said if they'd waited much longer he'd have died. He was bleeding internally.
His son visited him in hospital and his main concern was trying to convince his father to give him access to his bank accounts and power of attorney over his investments. He started shouting and making a fuss in the hospital because his dad refused...he was ordered to leave. The old guy said, sadly he can't trust his own son. He's more interested in the money. His dad almost died and he stopped visiting him in hospital because he wouldn't give him access to his bank accounts. Some people!
When I met my wife she had terrible acid reflux. Constantly drinking pepto bismol, milk, and over the counter heart burn meds. Finally a few years later I told her to go see a doctor about this. The doctor told us that her acid reflux was so bad that it tore a hole in her stomach and if we had waited a few more days, even a week, she would have died. Luckily they were able to get everything fixed and she now has no more acid reflux or heart burn.
Okay listen up my dudes, here's what you're going to remember. If you have have heart-related pain, especially if it radiates down your arm, and you have a sense of impending doom, THAT COULD BE A HEART ATTACK! A sense of impending doom is legitimately a sign of a heart attack! So if that's you, do something about it! Call 911 if you can (or your country's equivalent), just get help! This stranger on the internet wants you to live to watch another video!
This has been a PSA, have a nice day and try not to die! :)
funnyest thing I went to doc for was to get a toy soldier head out of my ear also I was geting earwax out of my ear also I was 7 I was dumb so dont guge
Medical trauma is often why a lot of people don't go
doubt i'll get a reply but what's the game in the background? looks fun
Uncharted 4: A Thief's End
I'm on a mission to start figuring out all of the games in Rufus' backgrounds, since he never names them, but I was sure the cowboy one was Red Dead Redemption (1 or 2)? I haven't played any so all I can do is some Googling to find stuff I recognize.
EDIT: I wrote that before I started the video, I thought I saw wild west stuff, LOL! Yeah, comparing with gameplay videos this appears to be Uncharted 4 indeed.