Your worst of days.......

[CigarAsh]

17 hours ago, Nekhyludov said:

My wife and I went through the same thing last May. There's no way to describe that grief, or the horror of the silence in the doctor's office during the ultrasound.

But last weekend we baptized a healthy, happy baby girl. 

Everything is alright in the end. And if it isn't alright, it isn't the end.

Congrats Joe!!  I may never see you at the Outlaw again!

[Gamehawker]

My worst of days was the day after I had open heart surgery (the second time in less than two months) to have another aortic valve replacement.  The first aortic valve replacement surgery was about 40 days earlier.  It was going fine for the first 30 days but the sutures starting leaking so the had go and perform a second aortic valve replacement.  For background info I was born with a heart issue and my first heart surgery took place when I was 8 years old.  By the time echo cardiograms evolve in the 1990s they found out I had a bicuspid aortic valve which was regurgitating / flowing back.  By the time I was 40 years old my heart was enlarging so that is why the first aortic valve replacement took place.  

The day after I had my second aortic valve surgery I woke up in a fog and they told me I had a massive stroke during the surgery ( the healing tissues from the first surgery were released and formed blood clots in my head) which left my whole left side of my body paralyzed. 

This bad news was the worst of days at 40 years old.

Luckily my wife has been with me and supported/loved me from then until now over 16 1/2 years later.  I have recuperated but still can't use my left hand and walk with a significant limp.

[wineguy]

In February 2012 my job was eliminated and my mother died on the same day...... But I got a better job and she was so sick the it was the right time for her, but still a very tough day.

[Notsocleaver]

Well, I just had a vasectomy yesterday and now the biggest hurricane in decades is now bearing down on my recently purchased home and all I can do is sit around clutching my icey balls. So check in with me in a couple days and I may have a whopper for you...

[mikeyjb]

Well, I just had a vasectomy yesterday and now the biggest hurricane in decades is now bearing down on my recently purchased home and all I can do is sit around clutching my icey balls. So check in with me in a couple days and I may have a whopper for you...

Ouch.... feel sorry for you 8~[

Well at least you can tell the wife you have to smoke indoors because you can't walk outside lol

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[OllyBond]

On 8/22/2018 at 7:29 PM, JGD said:

My worst day: moving from Baltimore to outside Boston. 

I had just graduated law school, and my wife had just lost her job. So, instead of moving to Northern Virginia and taking the Maryland bar exam we decided to move in with my parents while I take the Massachusetts bar exam and look for work. We were moving from out decently sized row house which I didn’t think had as much things in it as it did. The plan was to to pack up the large Penske truck and start the 8 hour drive by noon. That morning I immediately tweeted my back so the day started out not that great. As the hours went by it got hot and muggy. The truck was finally backed by 6pm and I got the road (my wife had previously left with the car). As soon as I got the highway people started honking at me. I rolled down my window and a guy yelled that I had paint coming out of the back of the truck. My friend decided to pack up a milk crate of paint high up at the back of the truck so it immediacy fell and the vans broke open. I pulled over, opend the back to find paint everywhere. I used the only thing I had to clean up — my shirt. I now continued on my way. Covered in sweat and paint. And back still hurting. I was following my GPS when all of the sudden I found myself on a NY parkway with an oversized truck. Per the guy at the toll booth I realized this and was able to get off the road at the last exit before a low paying bridge. Crisis averted. Things went rather smoothly until mile 100 in Connecticut. All of the sudden all the bells and whistles in the truck stared going off signaling there was a break failure. I pulled over turned the truck off and restarted it only to have the same warnings again. I called the helpline and they sent road service to me. They told me that I could get towed to a nearby parking lot where Penske will bring me a new truck, but that no one would be able to help me move everything to the new truck. Luckily, I convinced him that I wouldn’t physically be able to do that and he said he could tow me the last 100 miles. He said he would come back in two hours with the tow rig. As I sat in the truck I couldn’t have the AC on because the brake alarms would go off. And when I opened the windows to at least have a cigar (my cooler traveled up front with me), the cab quickly became infested with moths. I finally made it to my destination around 11 AM the next day.

I will never move myself again. 

That's a pretty bad one

[OllyBond]

On 8/22/2018 at 11:13 PM, Wertman said:

I know I tried to be funny in my previous post but last month I was diagnosed with stomach cancer.  They believe they got everything.  I am 38 with 3 kids including a special needs son who I know my wife could never do it alone.  It was a really scary horrible moment.  Not sure if I will ever be able to smoke cigars again.  Second worse is watching my son have seizures it's horrible. He's such a strong little man.  

Sorry to hear that @Wertman. I'll be hoping for medical miracles for you and your boy.

[OllyBond]

I was working in Atlantic City most of last year. Almost a 2 hr commute both ways. One morning while driving in I ran over a dead dear, which tore my exhaust pipe off. My foreman came by with a ratchet strap and we strapped it back on. It was so loud, my head vibrated the rest of the way. We get to work and it starts raining, I'm a roofer so that was the end of our day. I grabbed a coffee, and on the way out of AC I stopped at a red light, and without the light turning green I went through the intersection. Don't know how it happened but I made it through the one lane and almost through the second before getting clipped in the rear quarter. Took me for a spin. The cops came, and I recognized the one from when he was on the ground when we had the road closed for a 350 ft crane. So thankfully he did not give me a ticket. Later that night I had my cousin help me move a couch we just bought. After moving and having a cigar, I wanted to open my brand new impact driver. While cutting the damn cable tie that was on for security I guess, the knife slipped and went right into my palm. The day ended in the hospital getting a few stitches. It was definitely the most remembered bad luck day I ever had. It did give me a couple of much needed days off, so a positive did come from it. Enjoy your weekend brothers!

[El Corojo]

Man I have a doozy

Back in 2008, it was the night before Mothers' Day. I had worked a 12 hour shift and was looking forward to spending the next day with my wife and 4 year old daughter.  I stopped by the store on the way home and bought my wife a dozen roses and two cards. I was happy. I got home, we had recently bought a beautiful house with a Japanese Garden and Koi pond in the backyard, nobody was there. I wrote my wife a sweet message in each of the cards. The phone rang, it was my wife she said "I can't do this anymore," I said "what are you talking about," she said "US, I want a divorce." She had left and gone to her mother's with our daughter. My whole world fell apart in that moment. I cried until my tears dried up. I was 2 hours from a dear friend, I called him, drove to his house and he drove me another two hours to my Mother's house. I didn't sleep and only cried for three days. 

On a happy note, we both remarried great people a couple of years later and co-parent our daughter who is growing up to be an amazing person!

[Kitchen]

12 hours ago, Notsocleaver said:

Well, I just had a vasectomy yesterday and now the biggest hurricane in decades is now bearing down on my recently purchased home and all I can do is sit around clutching my icey balls. So check in with me in a couple days and I may have a whopper for you...

The fact that your avatar is a cleaver makes this so much more ... ironic. 

[prodigy]

Well, tonight was pretty bad. I'm already stressed out from hating my job; this certainly didn't make it any better.
This morning, I cleaned out my coffee grinder before putting in beans from a new bag (keep in mind this is 3:30 am). I thought I would put the beans in the hopper before putting it back on the grinder. That was stupid as it doesn't have a closed bottom, coffee beans everywhere. Then I put the burr back in upside down, took me 15 minutes to get it out and back on the right way. I guess I really didn't need the eggs I was going to make this morning anyway. 
I get to work (local delivery truck driver), My trailer is WAY too big (they gave me a 48' when a 36' would have sufficed). Alright, whatever, I go about my day, grumbling to myself about how I hate the warehouse selectors who apparently can't do there job properly, thus making my job harder.
Get to the end of my day and go home. Wife has something she had to do tonight, so I am in charge of getting the kids cleaned and put to bed (1 year old and 3 year old). 3 year old poops his pants (hasn't done that in months now), wonderful. I am getting him cleaned up while the 1 year old is trying to get in on the action. I get him cleaned up and put in the tub. Turn to get the 1 year old in the tub and knock him down on his head; so now he is crying. 
I clean up the kitchen a little while they play in the tub. I go back and wash them up. I start getting the 1 year old ready for bed and while looking for butt cream he runs back to the tub and squirts shampoo all over himself. Fantastic, I get to clean him up again. I get him cleaned up and put his pajamas on before turning my attention to the 3 year old, who at this point has hopped out of the tub and trekked water all the way to his room. So now I get to clean that up too. 
I get my 3 year old ready for bed and move to clean up their room before putting them to bed. Just as I am about to finish up with their room, they both come running into the room... covered in peanut butter and holding crepes from supper. I'm about having a breakdown at this point.
When my wife finally got back, the kitchen was dirtier than when she left, the kids were just as dirty, and I am exhausted and defeated.
Not my greatest day.

I'd say you were pretty lucky. Leaving a 1 year old and a 3 year old unattended in the bath tub could have had a drastically different outcome.

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[canadianbeaver]

Read with caution. You might puke.

I wear glasses. Nice ones! But after two years, I thought I must need my prescription updated. So I went for a check up with my eye doctor. Big whoop. But my glasses are fine. Seems my right eye has a blood clot thing in it. 

They do not operate or anything super serious like that. 

This morning a friend drove me to this eye doc two towns away. He put iodine and these drops to freeze my eye. Then he stuck a needle in it. Took about 5 seconds or less. Felt as weird as a Pap smear or a proctologist test.

And he has to do it three more times.

Oh yay.

Here is the x-ray. Not sure what it means but it means you have to get your eye poked.

CB

 

 

[LGC]

Was cooking dinner while the wife was on the way home with the twins (2 years old at the time) from daycare. I do all the cooking, that is when I’m not traveling for work. I happened to be using the biggest chef’s knife with a solid metal handle. The knife happened to have slipped and hit my foot. When I looked down, the cut was clean and small ... but I could see what appeared to be bone. The knife just happened to have landed perfectly and severed my EHL tendon (controls the big toe movement). Pain quickly started setting in while I was calling my wife. Being a physical therapist, my wife was quick to get me to the ER, with the kids in tow. It was determined that night that surgery was required to be able to walk normally. From that point on, I was non weight bearing in a full cast for 3 months, except to go to the bathroom. I lived in the twin bed set up in the living room. It then took another 3 months of daily therapy to learn to walk again and undo the months of atrophy. Since it was my right foot, I was unable to drive my main car since it’s a manual. When I was switched to a boot, I learned to drive in my work van by tucking my right foot against the seat, shifting to the side, and using my left foot. It was not the easiest time to be raising a couple of 2 year olds, and take the hit to the paycheck for half a year. Since I work in the field, there was no way for me to return to work without almost full function.