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I am sending my convention regrets that I will not be able to attend with the turbo beast as I had hoped. I was stricken with a serious bacterial infection in my foot and leg on Monday and was drugged up Tuesday and Wednesday in the hospital with IV's, Vicodin, etc. I was just released last night and have been ordered off my feet for 10 days.
Growing up 18 years in the backyard of Shaumburg and seeing the Convention is going to be there hurts not to attend. I will promise to make the one in Vegas for sure.
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It sucks man that you cant make it. Glad you pulled through the tough part of what happened. You are def. lucky and im sure the wastegates will open for your mother.
Keep them wastegates closed... I dont need the 3 am calls from her wondering about "All these cars that look like yours running around cutting me off and sounding REALLY LOUD!!!"
Yes, my ordeal in the hospital has been a real eye opener and changed my perspective on life...
Keep them wastegates closed... I dont need the 3 am calls from her wondering about "All these cars that look like yours running around cutting me off and sounding REALLY LOUD!!!"
Yes, my ordeal in the hospital has been a real eye opener and changed my perspective on life...
Thanks for all the well wishes!!
Cheers-
Erich
Word, when my lung collapsed and I learned I was hours away from dying, sh*t was an eye opener...
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It's pathetic the amount of people in this country that believe all the bullsh*t being spewed out the mouths of Bush, Cheney, Rove, Rice, Snow, oil companies, lobbyists, etc.
I learned that I came down with a form of Staph infection that started in my toe and spread to my leg in a matter of hours. This infection nearly claimed my life by a mere few hours...
Had my wife not taken pictures and sent them to my brother (an ER doctor in Boulder), I never would have taken it seriously. I've had toe infections from in-grown toe nails all my life, this shouldn't have been any different I thought. Boy was I wrong in that thinking...
After my wife saw my brother's face go white as a ghost via web cam, she knew this was a serious infection. The drive from Colorado Springs to Boulder typically takes an hour at 75 mph, she had me there in 25-35 minutes.
As I lay there wondering why all the nurses and doctors were rushing to hook me up to machines and get IV's and meds started, the reality kicked in that had the infection spread any further north... I'd be dead from a brain infection... Seeing my wife and my own brother frantically doing all they could to console each other while I lay there totally peaceful changed my outlook on life. I started counting my blessings and a whole bunch of other sh*t.
I was supposed to see my mother next weekend via the Convention. She is now here visiting me instead making sure everything was okay. I am usually not one to post personal stories and such, but this has been such a rude awakening to how much of life I really took for granted all these years. I actually told my wife tonight on the way home that I was ready to be a father.
No, I was not drugged up to say that to her... I'm just not willing to go through this sh*t again and leave my wife to fend for herself. My friend already died doing stupid sh*t such as ice climbing and falling to his death and left a beautiful wife behind of one year with no kids (supposed to be trying this June for one) that I'm not willing to put my own wife through the same pain...
Thank you all for your well wishes! I seriously consider all of you some of my deepest family members. It's moments like this that I can truly appreciate the community we have.
I promise to make it up to all of you in Vegas! Matt Hunt and I are already in discussions for a major plan there...
I learned that I came down with a form of Staph infection that started in my toe and spread to my leg in a matter of hours. This infection nearly claimed my life by a mere few hours...
Had my wife not taken pictures and sent them to my brother (an ER doctor in Boulder), I never would have taken it seriously. I've had toe infections from in-grown toe nails all my life, this shouldn't have been any different I thought. Boy was I wrong in that thinking...
After my wife saw my brother's face go white as a ghost via web cam, she knew this was a serious infection. The drive from Colorado Springs to Boulder typically takes an hour at 75 mph, she had me there in 25-35 minutes.
As I lay there wondering why all the nurses and doctors were rushing to hook me up to machines and get IV's and meds started, the reality kicked in that had the infection spread any further north... I'd be dead from a brain infection... Seeing my wife and my own brother frantically doing all they could to console each other while I lay there totally peaceful changed my outlook on life. I started counting my blessings and a whole bunch of other sh*t.
I was supposed to see my mother next weekend via the Convention. She is now here visiting me instead making sure everything was okay. I am usually not one to post personal stories and such, but this has been such a rude awakening to how much of life I really took for granted all these years. I actually told my wife tonight on the way home that I was ready to be a father.
No, I was not drugged up to say that to her... I'm just not willing to go through this sh*t again and leave my wife to fend for herself. My friend already died doing stupid sh*t such as ice climbing and falling to his death and left a beautiful wife behind of one year with no kids (supposed to be trying this June for one) that I'm not willing to put my own wife through the same pain...
Thank you all for your well wishes! I seriously consider all of you some of my deepest family members. It's moments like this that I can truly appreciate the community we have.
I promise to make it up to all of you in Vegas! Matt Hunt and I are already in discussions for a major plan there...
Cheers-
Erich
Well I'm just glad that everything's okay. And it's about time your going to have something else to spend money on! (Kids)
Anyhow, I'm definitely looking forward to meeting you all in Vegas
Had my wife not taken pictures and sent them to my brother (an ER doctor in Boulder), I never would have taken it seriously. I've had toe infections from in-grown toe nails all my life, this shouldn't have been any different I thought. Boy was I wrong in that thinking...
Word. I did the same thing with my lung. I hung out at work until my shift was over, then insisted on going to Laura's birthday party. When I hopped on the freeway quickly (long, curving onramp) and my chest REALLY hurt, I knew there was something wrong. So, I drove to urgent care, but since I didn't have that health provider I had to go to the Emergency Room. Stupid me, instead of driving over there (I had a primo corner spot where no one could park next to me), I WALKED the 400 or so yards up hill to the Emergency Room.
When I got there, I was huffing and puffing and my chest was on fire. They rushed me in and had to put in an emergency chest tube (they poke a hole through your ribcage to insert a hose about the size of the PCV hose that goes from the valve cover to the intake), a very very painful process that you have to be awake for and my family could hear me screaming about down the hall with the door closed.
So, 2 weeks later, I left the hospital 20lbs lighter (out of 160) and unable to ride an airplane or go diving for a year. Like I said earlier, had I waited around a while longer, my lung would have completely collapsed and I would have soffocated nearly immediately.
I had a coworker pass away last year from Lukemia. He thought he had just pulled a muscle that wouldn't go away. He started rapidly losing weight and eventually went in to the hospital only to die a week later. He was in his early 30s.
Take warning signs seriously guys, if something's wrong and you don't know what it is, or have something nagging at you for a while, see a doctor. You're not as invincible as you might think...
Thanks for posting that Rockwood... That really hit home for me... May I ask what exactly caused the lung to collapse? Were you hit hard thing roughing around with friends or something?
I am now convinced that I am not invincible... I don't think I will ever think the same way again...
Sorry you cant make it mang.
Sorry you can't make it, but your health is more important.
