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Warning. This aint for the weak of heart. Last warning.... So, it's 1:30AM Wednesday July 18th. I wake up to the sound of myself falling from my bed. No big deal I suppose. Except for one thing: I seem to be out of breath. Kinda weird cuz i'm supposed to be sleeping and I feel like i've just run a mile. Yeah, that's a lot for a fat guy. LOL But I digress... So, the lovely Mrs Fish, having been roused from her slumber by her rather large hubbu falling from bed asks if I'm OK. I answer yes, i'm fine go back to sleep. I'll get up in a minute, I can't seem to get my breath. Next thing I know ( later to find out this is when I once again became responsive ) the lovely Mrs Fish is waking the neighborhood hollerin' at me to respond to her while she's talking with the 911 Emergency dispatcher giving updates as to my status. I'm thinkin to myself, "This can't be right. I mean damb... I just fell from the bed. I may be a little winded but i'm OK." So, I get a little heat with the wife. "Babe.... I'm OK. BABE! I'm O!K!" "No, you're NOT, babe" the wife says. "Look DOWN!" And there we have it. The reason I woke up winded. The reason I was unresponsive for what the wife estimated was 20 minutes: I'm kneeling in a pool of my own blood. Not just any blood. Blood that comes from a G.I. (gastro-intestinal) bleed. One of the WORST smells that can come from a human being while it is still drawing breath. Partially digested blood mixed with every other waste product in my body. So, great. I've lost (on estimate by the E.M.S. staff that arrived plus my wife who is an experienced E.R. nurse) about 3-4 pints of blood all over my nice pretty bed and bedroom carpet. E.M.S. takes me to the hospital and 3 days, a ton of blood transfusions, endoscopy, colonoscopy, multiple barium swallow tests, about 50 ( NO SHIT ) X-Rays... And they can't find anything wrong with me and i'm discharged with no.................REPEAT........... NO formal diagnosis. Possibly an ulcer at the site of my bariatric surgery, but most likely not. Thanks for playin, Bye-bye. No reason given as to what caused it.
Game. Set. Match. $50,000 please. Gotta love insurance. |
The retirement homes in Florida have a solution for that, They give the old men viagra at night to keep them from rolling out of bed. Just Kidding. That sounds painful. Hope it doesn't return. | ||
Oh man, I hope your okay! Thank gosh for the wife she didn't listen to you. | ||
Sounds nasty. Take care. | ||
Wow, you owe Mrs Fish again. Glad to hear you're home. | ||
Did you try rebooting rFactor? Whatever it may have been I hope it won't be repeated and I certainly hope to see you posting here for a very long time to come. Take care of yourself... | ||
David!! Please take care of yourself! | ||
Damn Dave! Scary predicament for sure. Get better, man. | ||
I am glad you made it through, you blessed to have such a responsive wife, but it sounds like you need rails on your bed. Might I suggest that you were dreaming about driving F1 race on Sunday? The shaking and vibrations at high speed in cockpit view could knock the deepest sleeper out of bed! | ||
man thats scary!!! glad to hear your ok! | ||
Glad you are OK. You quite sure about what she puts in your food? ;) |