Not much actually. Can't get fat or smoke, shouldn't need anything more than potentially a pacemaker later in life. Since it's still backwards (arteries switched) my small chamber does the work the large chamber does for you. Over time I can develop afib but is easily correctable with a pacemaker which is an outpatient procedure. Hopefully if all goes well that won't come into play until my 60s if at all.
Need to keep up with cardio and not treating my body like shit.
and still negatively buoyant. Three seconds to the bottom of a 10 foot pool with a full breath of air.
I'll go for two. Not unique, but very rare: I'm a pure mixed dominant--all sports only lefty, all fine motor coordination only righty. If I need to hit a nail with a hammer--righty. If I try to hit it lefty, I could lose a finger. Or a toe.
Not much actually. Can't get fat or smoke, shouldn't need anything more than potentially a pacemaker later in life. Since it's still backwards (arteries switched) my small chamber does the work the large chamber does for you. Over time I can develop afib but is easily correctable with a pacemaker which is an outpatient procedure. Hopefully if all goes well that won't come into play until my 60s if at all.
Need to keep up with cardio and not treating my body like shit.
I honestly have never heard of this...Actually quite amazing when you think about it. Take care of that Uconn...
I decided to live in Cocoa Beach and commute to Orlando to be near my Dad.
He was the worlds biggest Giants fan and BBI lurker and sometimes contributor back in the day. He went to his first game in 1953.
I lost my Dad this past July 8th just before his 86th birthday.
Why unique? The following Thursday, 7/13 I was using part of my bereavement week off to relax on the golf course. I had an un-orthodox shot on a ball that was on a hill and jarred my left knee ( I'm left-handed) and the following day the pain in my lower left back was spreading to around my heart- or so I thought. Chalked it up as stress as I'm the youngest of three and am the executor and the two oldest were not really involved to the extent I was with him.
It wasn't my heart but a pulmonary embolism as in June, I hurt the same knee playing pick-up hoops. When playing golf, the blood clot fragmented and went into both lungs with the left one the most painful.
I found this out when going to ER early Saturday morning 7/15 and I was evaluated in the same bed my father was in on Thursday 7/6 before he was admitted.
When they admitted me, they put me in room #405. I was admitted at 9:20 am per the paper work.
My father died in room #406 at 9:22 am exactly a week earlier.
I decided to live in Cocoa Beach and commute to Orlando to be near my Dad.
He was the worlds biggest Giants fan and BBI lurker and sometimes contributor back in the day. He went to his first game in 1953.
I lost my Dad this past July 8th just before his 86th birthday.
Why unique? The following Thursday, 7/13 I was using part of my bereavement week off to relax on the golf course. I had an un-orthodox shot on a ball that was on a hill and jarred my left knee ( I'm left-handed) and the following day the pain in my lower left back was spreading to around my heart- or so I thought. Chalked it up as stress as I'm the youngest of three and am the executor and the two oldest were not really involved to the extent I was with him.
It wasn't my heart but a pulmonary embolism as in June, I hurt the same knee playing pick-up hoops. When playing golf, the blood clot fragmented and went into both lungs with the left one the most painful.
I found this out when going to ER early Saturday morning 7/15 and I was evaluated in the same bed my father was in on Thursday 7/6 before he was admitted.
When they admitted me, they put me in room #405. I was admitted at 9:20 am per the paper work.
My father died in room #406 at 9:22 am exactly a week earlier.
I consider that pretty F'ing unique.
RIP Dad
That is an absolutely amazing story JC. Glad you caught this in time and sympathies for the loss of your father
Google it, it was always legend that he drank 107 beers in 24 hours, but it was confirmed in an episode of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia which is one of the best episodes of any sitcom I've seen.
Google it, it was always legend that he drank 107 beers in 24 hours, but it was confirmed in an episode of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia which is one of the best episodes of any sitcom I've seen.
Truly a rollercoaster since April. My Dad would drive up to visit each of my brothers each April/May and then September every single year and of course when I was still living there.
Per usual, he drove up this year, spent a week with brother in NC and was halfway thru his visit with the oldest when I get a text from him stating he had left and would be back in town tomorrow.
Naturally, I thought my dad and oldest brother had gotten into it, based on their rigid relationship.
My father told me that afternoon that after dinner the previous night, my brother was in my Dad's bedroom screaming at him about a glass left in the food disposal and when turned on, shattered and some had gotten into his and his wives eyes and they had to go to the ER.
My Dad said F this, so the next morning, after they left to go to work, my Dad simply packed up and left.
It was all a dream.
Never happened.
Upon his arrival back, he started having these dreams weekly and started complaining about back pain. He was diagnosed with S4 Lung C.
As may went thru June, he went to every test imaginable and both the oncologist and myself thought perhaps the cancer had spread to his brain. It hadn't.
So, the oncologist called me on the morning of 7/6 to get him to the ER for blood test to determine if there was an imbalance causing his mental issues. Thankfully, my boss let me work from home a great deal of this process.
They discovered that his white blood count was very accelerated and admitted him.
On Friday, the white blood count had increased slightly and you could tell my Dad was miserable and just wanted to go home. That night, my oldest brother from VA flew in late.
The next morning, I met him at the hospital ( just so happened to arrive at the same time ) and we walked up to my dad's floor. There was a nurse at a station right across from his room and I asked her about the WBCC and she said it was going up. F I said as it appeared pneumonia would be the culprit.
At the moment, the doctor rounded the corner and I was introduced to him and he took me into a quiet room as my brother continued speaking with the nurse ( he is an oral surgeon) so much more versed to talk medical than myself.
The conversation with the doctor lasted about a minute and he asked what I thought about next steps and I brought up hospice, to his agreement. He asked about Power Of Attorney and DNR within the will. My Dad wanted no part of it.
I left the room with the doctor, walked up to my brother and into my Dad's room we walked. A nurses aide was in his room helping him with a walker get to the bathroom.
This is the first time my father had seen my brother ( or the middle one for that manner) since his health had failed him and my brother said that he would help my Dad to the bathroom.
We will never know if my Dad acknowledged my brother being in the room but I did lock eyes with Dad as obviously, he was used to having me around.
Upon arrival into the bathroom, he collapsed. Immediately there was yelling, etc. and the doctor, couple of people who flew into the room got him out of the bathroom and sat him in a chair facing us, I was in the back.
No pulse. The doctor looked at me, I looked at my brother, and over to my father ( took about a second or two) and the doctor said DNR?
I nodded my head yes.
In a span of say 3 minutes after arriving on his floor with my brother and I in his room for 20/30 seconds- he was gone.
A very powerful, did this really just happen this quickly.
My brother never got to have a word with him eye to eye due to the situation and one wonders how those conversations would have gone given the state of their relationship.
My ancestors can be traced back to the 17th century in Boston. There are published reports of one of ancestors being hung for buggery. It's believe to be one of the first people sentenced to capital punishment in the colonies.
Google it, it was always legend that he drank 107 beers in 24 hours, but it was confirmed in an episode of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia which is one of the best episodes of any sitcom I've seen.
Truly a rollercoaster since April. My Dad would drive up to visit each of my brothers each April/May and then September every single year and of course when I was still living there.
Per usual, he drove up this year, spent a week with brother in NC and was halfway thru his visit with the oldest when I get a text from him stating he had left and would be back in town tomorrow.
Naturally, I thought my dad and oldest brother had gotten into it, based on their rigid relationship.
My father told me that afternoon that after dinner the previous night, my brother was in my Dad's bedroom screaming at him about a glass left in the food disposal and when turned on, shattered and some had gotten into his and his wives eyes and they had to go to the ER.
My Dad said F this, so the next morning, after they left to go to work, my Dad simply packed up and left.
It was all a dream.
Never happened.
Upon his arrival back, he started having these dreams weekly and started complaining about back pain. He was diagnosed with S4 Lung C.
As may went thru June, he went to every test imaginable and both the oncologist and myself thought perhaps the cancer had spread to his brain. It hadn't.
So, the oncologist called me on the morning of 7/6 to get him to the ER for blood test to determine if there was an imbalance causing his mental issues. Thankfully, my boss let me work from home a great deal of this process.
They discovered that his white blood count was very accelerated and admitted him.
On Friday, the white blood count had increased slightly and you could tell my Dad was miserable and just wanted to go home. That night, my oldest brother from VA flew in late.
The next morning, I met him at the hospital ( just so happened to arrive at the same time ) and we walked up to my dad's floor. There was a nurse at a station right across from his room and I asked her about the WBCC and she said it was going up. F I said as it appeared pneumonia would be the culprit.
At the moment, the doctor rounded the corner and I was introduced to him and he took me into a quiet room as my brother continued speaking with the nurse ( he is an oral surgeon) so much more versed to talk medical than myself.
The conversation with the doctor lasted about a minute and he asked what I thought about next steps and I brought up hospice, to his agreement. He asked about Power Of Attorney and DNR within the will. My Dad wanted no part of it.
I left the room with the doctor, walked up to my brother and into my Dad's room we walked. A nurses aide was in his room helping him with a walker get to the bathroom.
This is the first time my father had seen my brother ( or the middle one for that manner) since his health had failed him and my brother said that he would help my Dad to the bathroom.
We will never know if my Dad acknowledged my brother being in the room but I did lock eyes with Dad as obviously, he was used to having me around.
Upon arrival into the bathroom, he collapsed. Immediately there was yelling, etc. and the doctor, couple of people who flew into the room got him out of the bathroom and sat him in a chair facing us, I was in the back.
No pulse. The doctor looked at me, I looked at my brother, and over to my father ( took about a second or two) and the doctor said DNR?
I nodded my head yes.
In a span of say 3 minutes after arriving on his floor with my brother and I in his room for 20/30 seconds- he was gone.
A very powerful, did this really just happen this quickly.
My brother never got to have a word with him eye to eye due to the situation and one wonders how those conversations would have gone given the state of their relationship.
We will never know.
Sorry for the long rant...
Story gave me chills JC, we lost our mother last year in March but thankfully she had the whole family around her for her last four days.
But you can call me Nighthawk.
Pics or ...eh, keep this one to yourself please
No different sets
That and the colored girls dig me for some reason.
folding laundry.
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I figure 15 years on BBI may earn me a shameless plug...
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a poor black child...
How does that make you unique?
don't you claim to work in film?
p.s.--"He hates these cans!"
I was 5'6" at 18, and 6'1" at 25.
How would one know Yaks are hung?
I invented that.
I caught at least 100 Dave Jennings punts before he became famous.
All true, but I went on to be a very boring, unknown guy anyway.
How does it affect you?
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a poor black child...
How does that make you unique?
Because he's now a rich, white guy
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and still is to this day
How does it affect you?
Not much actually. Can't get fat or smoke, shouldn't need anything more than potentially a pacemaker later in life. Since it's still backwards (arteries switched) my small chamber does the work the large chamber does for you. Over time I can develop afib but is easily correctable with a pacemaker which is an outpatient procedure. Hopefully if all goes well that won't come into play until my 60s if at all.
Need to keep up with cardio and not treating my body like shit.
I'll go for two. Not unique, but very rare: I'm a pure mixed dominant--all sports only lefty, all fine motor coordination only righty. If I need to hit a nail with a hammer--righty. If I try to hit it lefty, I could lose a finger. Or a toe.
I only need to collect personal information from you guys once a week or two for my agen...shit...I mean...good thread, you thread starter...
Yup..Ha
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and still is to this day
How does it affect you?
Not much actually. Can't get fat or smoke, shouldn't need anything more than potentially a pacemaker later in life. Since it's still backwards (arteries switched) my small chamber does the work the large chamber does for you. Over time I can develop afib but is easily correctable with a pacemaker which is an outpatient procedure. Hopefully if all goes well that won't come into play until my 60s if at all.
Need to keep up with cardio and not treating my body like shit.
He was the worlds biggest Giants fan and BBI lurker and sometimes contributor back in the day. He went to his first game in 1953.
I lost my Dad this past July 8th just before his 86th birthday.
Why unique? The following Thursday, 7/13 I was using part of my bereavement week off to relax on the golf course. I had an un-orthodox shot on a ball that was on a hill and jarred my left knee ( I'm left-handed) and the following day the pain in my lower left back was spreading to around my heart- or so I thought. Chalked it up as stress as I'm the youngest of three and am the executor and the two oldest were not really involved to the extent I was with him.
It wasn't my heart but a pulmonary embolism as in June, I hurt the same knee playing pick-up hoops. When playing golf, the blood clot fragmented and went into both lungs with the left one the most painful.
I found this out when going to ER early Saturday morning 7/15 and I was evaluated in the same bed my father was in on Thursday 7/6 before he was admitted.
When they admitted me, they put me in room #405. I was admitted at 9:20 am per the paper work.
My father died in room #406 at 9:22 am exactly a week earlier.
I consider that pretty F'ing unique.
RIP Dad
He was the worlds biggest Giants fan and BBI lurker and sometimes contributor back in the day. He went to his first game in 1953.
I lost my Dad this past July 8th just before his 86th birthday.
Why unique? The following Thursday, 7/13 I was using part of my bereavement week off to relax on the golf course. I had an un-orthodox shot on a ball that was on a hill and jarred my left knee ( I'm left-handed) and the following day the pain in my lower left back was spreading to around my heart- or so I thought. Chalked it up as stress as I'm the youngest of three and am the executor and the two oldest were not really involved to the extent I was with him.
It wasn't my heart but a pulmonary embolism as in June, I hurt the same knee playing pick-up hoops. When playing golf, the blood clot fragmented and went into both lungs with the left one the most painful.
I found this out when going to ER early Saturday morning 7/15 and I was evaluated in the same bed my father was in on Thursday 7/6 before he was admitted.
When they admitted me, they put me in room #405. I was admitted at 9:20 am per the paper work.
My father died in room #406 at 9:22 am exactly a week earlier.
I consider that pretty F'ing unique.
RIP Dad
That is an absolutely amazing story JC. Glad you caught this in time and sympathies for the loss of your father
Nothing like Wade Boggs (may he rest in peace) 107 beer day mostly on a cross country flight/trip , but still legendary (in my own mind) and unique.
Nothing like Wade Boggs (may he rest in peace) 107 beer day mostly on a cross country flight/trip , but still legendary (in my own mind) and unique.
Boss Scaggs
Google it, it was always legend that he drank 107 beers in 24 hours, but it was confirmed in an episode of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia which is one of the best episodes of any sitcom I've seen.
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NFW he could Wade. He would have had to swim.
in 24 hours.
Google it, it was always legend that he drank 107 beers in 24 hours, but it was confirmed in an episode of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia which is one of the best episodes of any sitcom I've seen.
That episode is classic
That and the colored girls dig me for some reason.
'Colored girls'?
There are people still alive that talk like this? LOL!
Per usual, he drove up this year, spent a week with brother in NC and was halfway thru his visit with the oldest when I get a text from him stating he had left and would be back in town tomorrow.
Naturally, I thought my dad and oldest brother had gotten into it, based on their rigid relationship.
My father told me that afternoon that after dinner the previous night, my brother was in my Dad's bedroom screaming at him about a glass left in the food disposal and when turned on, shattered and some had gotten into his and his wives eyes and they had to go to the ER.
My Dad said F this, so the next morning, after they left to go to work, my Dad simply packed up and left.
It was all a dream.
Never happened.
Upon his arrival back, he started having these dreams weekly and started complaining about back pain. He was diagnosed with S4 Lung C.
As may went thru June, he went to every test imaginable and both the oncologist and myself thought perhaps the cancer had spread to his brain. It hadn't.
So, the oncologist called me on the morning of 7/6 to get him to the ER for blood test to determine if there was an imbalance causing his mental issues. Thankfully, my boss let me work from home a great deal of this process.
They discovered that his white blood count was very accelerated and admitted him.
On Friday, the white blood count had increased slightly and you could tell my Dad was miserable and just wanted to go home. That night, my oldest brother from VA flew in late.
The next morning, I met him at the hospital ( just so happened to arrive at the same time ) and we walked up to my dad's floor. There was a nurse at a station right across from his room and I asked her about the WBCC and she said it was going up. F I said as it appeared pneumonia would be the culprit.
At the moment, the doctor rounded the corner and I was introduced to him and he took me into a quiet room as my brother continued speaking with the nurse ( he is an oral surgeon) so much more versed to talk medical than myself.
The conversation with the doctor lasted about a minute and he asked what I thought about next steps and I brought up hospice, to his agreement. He asked about Power Of Attorney and DNR within the will. My Dad wanted no part of it.
I left the room with the doctor, walked up to my brother and into my Dad's room we walked. A nurses aide was in his room helping him with a walker get to the bathroom.
This is the first time my father had seen my brother ( or the middle one for that manner) since his health had failed him and my brother said that he would help my Dad to the bathroom.
We will never know if my Dad acknowledged my brother being in the room but I did lock eyes with Dad as obviously, he was used to having me around.
Upon arrival into the bathroom, he collapsed. Immediately there was yelling, etc. and the doctor, couple of people who flew into the room got him out of the bathroom and sat him in a chair facing us, I was in the back.
No pulse. The doctor looked at me, I looked at my brother, and over to my father ( took about a second or two) and the doctor said DNR?
I nodded my head yes.
In a span of say 3 minutes after arriving on his floor with my brother and I in his room for 20/30 seconds- he was gone.
A very powerful, did this really just happen this quickly.
My brother never got to have a word with him eye to eye due to the situation and one wonders how those conversations would have gone given the state of their relationship.
We will never know.
Sorry for the long rant...
Both actually true.
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NFW he could Wade. He would have had to swim.
in 24 hours.
Google it, it was always legend that he drank 107 beers in 24 hours, but it was confirmed in an episode of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia which is one of the best episodes of any sitcom I've seen.
andre the giant did that in 45 minutes.
Nah I'm just kidding. But my last game in Pop Warner my coach took pity on me and let me carry the ball a couple times. So that was cool.
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called Barry Manilow.
That and the colored girls dig me for some reason.
'Colored girls'?
There are people still alive that talk like this? LOL!
I think those colored people work at Crayola.
Per usual, he drove up this year, spent a week with brother in NC and was halfway thru his visit with the oldest when I get a text from him stating he had left and would be back in town tomorrow.
Naturally, I thought my dad and oldest brother had gotten into it, based on their rigid relationship.
My father told me that afternoon that after dinner the previous night, my brother was in my Dad's bedroom screaming at him about a glass left in the food disposal and when turned on, shattered and some had gotten into his and his wives eyes and they had to go to the ER.
My Dad said F this, so the next morning, after they left to go to work, my Dad simply packed up and left.
It was all a dream.
Never happened.
Upon his arrival back, he started having these dreams weekly and started complaining about back pain. He was diagnosed with S4 Lung C.
As may went thru June, he went to every test imaginable and both the oncologist and myself thought perhaps the cancer had spread to his brain. It hadn't.
So, the oncologist called me on the morning of 7/6 to get him to the ER for blood test to determine if there was an imbalance causing his mental issues. Thankfully, my boss let me work from home a great deal of this process.
They discovered that his white blood count was very accelerated and admitted him.
On Friday, the white blood count had increased slightly and you could tell my Dad was miserable and just wanted to go home. That night, my oldest brother from VA flew in late.
The next morning, I met him at the hospital ( just so happened to arrive at the same time ) and we walked up to my dad's floor. There was a nurse at a station right across from his room and I asked her about the WBCC and she said it was going up. F I said as it appeared pneumonia would be the culprit.
At the moment, the doctor rounded the corner and I was introduced to him and he took me into a quiet room as my brother continued speaking with the nurse ( he is an oral surgeon) so much more versed to talk medical than myself.
The conversation with the doctor lasted about a minute and he asked what I thought about next steps and I brought up hospice, to his agreement. He asked about Power Of Attorney and DNR within the will. My Dad wanted no part of it.
I left the room with the doctor, walked up to my brother and into my Dad's room we walked. A nurses aide was in his room helping him with a walker get to the bathroom.
This is the first time my father had seen my brother ( or the middle one for that manner) since his health had failed him and my brother said that he would help my Dad to the bathroom.
We will never know if my Dad acknowledged my brother being in the room but I did lock eyes with Dad as obviously, he was used to having me around.
Upon arrival into the bathroom, he collapsed. Immediately there was yelling, etc. and the doctor, couple of people who flew into the room got him out of the bathroom and sat him in a chair facing us, I was in the back.
No pulse. The doctor looked at me, I looked at my brother, and over to my father ( took about a second or two) and the doctor said DNR?
I nodded my head yes.
In a span of say 3 minutes after arriving on his floor with my brother and I in his room for 20/30 seconds- he was gone.
A very powerful, did this really just happen this quickly.
My brother never got to have a word with him eye to eye due to the situation and one wonders how those conversations would have gone given the state of their relationship.
We will never know.
Sorry for the long rant...
Story gave me chills JC, we lost our mother last year in March but thankfully she had the whole family around her for her last four days.