The not happy thread

I can't imagine that. The closest thing I've ever had happen was my best friend at camp who had a seizure, and I didn't see it. I did see my friend get mauled by a golf cart though - talk about frightening! Hopefully, it's okay.

 

The business I work for is a nightmare. I've been with them for nearly two years now and have been through 3 company-wide pay-cuts. Significant pay-cuts. Long ago I quit my well-paying, stable job for this one (at the time it payed much better). Now it's just a mess. They don't reward good work. I get stuck working terrible accounts and making (almost literally) no money, at a time when I need it desperately. I think about it all the time and how crappy it is and it just ruins my day. I hate my job.

I'm just counting down the days until I leave... 3 more months and it won't matter.

 

My guess is that he was afraid. Afraid that people would run away in revulsion, like most of the class -- or that is how he might have viewed it. Or they would hang around to watch the freak thrashing and drooling and peeing his pants. So he acts aggressively, out of fear and shame. He keeps people at a distance, because he expects them to disappoint him when they find out he has seizures.

It's scary watching someone having a seizure, and I imagine your adrenaline was pumping too. I gather you didn't like him much before the incident. So do you know what would probably make him the most comfortable now?

Treat him exactly the same as you did before. Don't look at him like he's a time bomb about ready to explode, and don't suddenly try to be his best friend, either. Don't redefine him based on his siezure, because if you do, you are validating exactly what he fears, the very reason he pushes people away.

 

I got "the call" today. My aunt called me and asked if I wanted to write/say something at my Granny Taylor (great-grandma)'s funeral. She's 97, and they don't think she'll live through the end of the week.

To top it off, I'm going to have to spend all that time working on my paper, thanks to my evil english teacher.

I'm sad and upset and even though I know she lived a long and good life, I hate to see her go. She lived through so much history. The great depression, both world wars, lots of things. I'm just going to miss her.

 

*hugs*

I'm sorry to hear that, Em. If you need to talk, I'm here!

 

It was probably an altered state from the seizure. My brother has gotten like that with his seizures. It isn't personal. The brain is misfiring. He may not even remember later that he saw you. I am sure it was horrible to see, but I do applaud that you didn't run away in terror or disgust. A lot of people do in a crisis.

Update on the life of me: Two hours in a waiting room to get my stitches out. Darn walk-in clinic. Only $50..but still out of pocket. I need my new insurance info darn it! The stitches were so small and so inbedded that the doctor actually had to cut them out with a scalpel...he couldn't get the scissors under the stitches. Oh well...they are out...commence with the healing!

 

Thank you for the responses guys. I think it probably was a mix of both; he wasn't thinkibg straight because of what happened, but also, he did look kind of mortified to see us waiting at the back of the room.

I can imagine how awful it must be for him We just wanted him to know that we hadn't just run off and left him. We were worried it'd upset him, but in all honesty, the whole class had seen anyway, so really we figured it'd just be nice to see friendly faces. Atleast we cared, that's the main thing - everyone else vanished.

Also, the ambulence needed to ask us what had happened because he wasn't conscious enough to speak for himself for a long time, so atleast we were useful; and we made sure not to get in the way.

We do like him, it's just his moods were so odd...perhaps we've just found out the reason why.

I hope this doesn't ruin uni for him too

Whenever he comes back, my friends and I have agreed that it'd be best to just treat him the same as usual, and only say anything about the incident if he brings it up himself.

Thanks again everyone, I needed some reassurance.

 

Just heard my father-in-law died last night after a five-month battle with lung cancer. Funeral tomorrow. We knew it was coming but it's still a shock. He was so painfully ill the last week, in a way there's a feeling of blessed relief for him.
Please, please smokers, throw your coffin nails away...

 

Amen to that. I lost a dear friend to cigarettes, too. She died suddenly, before she even hit the age of 50, and not from cancer, either. By all indications, she had a mild heart attack after a shower, and sat down to wait it out. Apparently, the heart restarted, but she had stopped breathing and never started again.

She was a nonstop person who seemed pretty healthy, other than the chain smoking, so it was a complete shock.

Cigarettes kill, and in many different ways. Get them out of your life while you can!

My condolences on your loss, madhoca. It does sound like he went through hell in the last week or so.

 

How sad. Even expecting something like that, it still must be so difficult. I hope you and your family are doing ok.

 

That's so sad, madhoca. R.I.P. madhoca's father-in-law.

My grandmother smoked for most her life, starting at 16. She stopped about 8 years ago, thankfully, but I still fear that it will come back to haunt her.

 

I'm so sorry for your loss, Madhoca.

 

Thanks for the kind words, friends. Makes me feel a bit better.

 

My dad smokes, not a lot, but he still smokes. I worry about him and have tried to get him to stop but he never does.

 

she died. sad. i`m stuck here at school.

 

Awww, Em.

 

I am sorry Mad and Em for your loses.

 

My teacher got threatened by a student this afternoon right before my presentation, and then my video didn't work. Hopefully, I get an A. Who knows, though?

 

I'm so sorry for your losses guys.

Right now I'm really worried about my dog. Yesterday when i let him out he was staggering around weirdly, like his back legs were giving out. I figured it was just because he had to go to the bathroom really really bad (which he did), and as soon as he was done he was walking normally again. However this morning he was doing the same thing and I just got home and he's still doing it and i don't know why. It seems worse than yesterday too. He looks like he's completely drunk the way he's walking and he had his head constantly cocked to the side. Even now I can hear him staggering around at the top of the stairs because he can't get down because of whatevers going on. He can't even stand in one place right now and I'm really worried, i don't have any idea what's wrong with him and i'm getting really scared.

 

Hmmmm...I did some research and it sounds like he has some sort of inner ear infection. I'd take him to the vet and get it checked out.

 

really? He's had a history of ear problem...I have to talk to my parents, but I'm definately going to push for a vet visit regardless. But if it's something like an ear infection that only requires some antibiotics then I'll breathe so much easier, thanks link

 

I hope your dog feels better, Yellow.

 

Awww, Mal, I hope your dog is ok.

 

Just finished the shift from hell... off work 2 and a half hours later than I should have been, missed an opportunity to hang out with my friends, didn't make enough $ for it to be worth it, and had to put up with a mess of rude people. I really, really hate my job.

 

For the second day running, protestors occupying the lecture hall I'm usually in have meant that my lectures are in older buildings, and lecture halls not designed for the number of people in a law lecture. This is ridiculous. The right to free speech is one thing, but just because the people protesting don't have any work they need to be doing, or don't care about their degrees, why does it mean I have to suffer too? I have exams in about 2 months, which count for 40% of my final grade. I really cannot afford to be receiving substandard teaching because some ****s want to play anarchist.