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Idk if Joe's prognosis is looking good. So there was a brain hemorrhage, he was really BAD, if it was larger they would have just let him pass when he was admitted. It's better now but they don't know and can't give a positive or negative prognosis.
And this dude that grew up with us and is in friend circle committed suicide yesterday.
My friend's husband (who she met online and moved to Australia to be with 8 years ago) got diagnosed with something a few weeks ago. He was in and out of the hospital and passed away on his birthday (yesterday).
This week especially sucks.
Jesus. I can’t imagine how much weight is on your shoulders right now. I’m so sorry.
Hang in there uV_àjéD. You’ll find something even better than your last job. Sorry about your Grandfather.
Thanks for the kind words crazy, Druid and Dan'ROO, and everybody else here for always being so supportive. I pop in and out and just vent and get carried away sometimes, but I wuv y'all.
We're all dealing with my grandpa passing. It was his time and he had a great life and touched a lot of people (in a totally non-creepy way, LOL). There's a lot of legal/financial stuff we're new to but we've found some professionals we're comfortable with.
And today I got a job I feel good about! Still in restaurant management, but now more into quick-service, and with a pretty competent and rapidly-growing franchisee with some diversification in multiple brands, all of which is a change. Seems like a pretty professional outfit that can offer me room for growth, while my previous employer was struggling and I'd hit a ceiling of sorts. I'm not making any more money yet but we'll have several more locations opening within the next year, and in the meantime I may finally have the chance to get a food truck going.
This is still a tough time but I'm seeing a lot of reasons to be hopeful again, and there may be a bright end to my 2020 tunnel.
Idk if Joe's prognosis is looking good. So there was a brain hemorrhage, he was really BAD, if it was larger they would have just let him pass when he was admitted. It's better now but they don't know and can't give a positive or negative prognosis.
And this dude that grew up with us and is in friend circle committed suicide yesterday.
My friend's husband (who she met online and moved to Australia to be with 8 years ago) got diagnosed with something a few weeks ago. He was in and out of the hospital and passed away on his birthday (yesterday).
This week especially sucks.
Holy canoli girl, that's an entire metric ton of shit at once. We're all thinking about your brother. Stuff like this makes a lot of other BS look like mere hiccups. I'm sure you'll do what you can for everybody around you, but don't forget to stop and smell the roses for your own well-being.
Thank you. We have a long haul still. He's stable but critical still. Bunch of surgeries completed. We're pretty much just waiting now. I'm keeping busy and not thinking about Kyle deploying on the 18th. 2020 is really the worst. Lol
Life keeps on trucking tho. Congrats on the new job!
Thank you. We have a long haul still. He's stable but critical still. Bunch of surgeries completed. We're pretty much just waiting now. I'm keeping busy and not thinking about Kyle deploying on the 18th. 2020 is really the worst. Lol
Life keeps on trucking tho. Congrats on the new job!
So I went to see my brother in the hospital today. It's the first time I saw him in person since his accident.
It was rough. He's getting better but his mouth is wired shut due to his lafort III break surgery (broken face) and he really hates that.
He's not comfortable, I couldn't understand him, I frustrated him because of that. I had to do shit I never thought I'd have to for a sibling in my life. He made me call my oldest sister and she told him to stop being an asshole because he got mad at her. It was rough. I'm exhausted. He tried to get me to take him with me when I was leaving.
Two more weeks wired shut and the trach will hopefully be removed. Everything else is healed or healing. Long road still ahead.
So I mentioned back in August about my brother getting hit and run and it being really bad. And then how he was on the mend.
Today his oxygen dropped, he asphyxiated and they had to do CPR for over 20 mins to revive him. He was "stabilized" moved into the ICU again. It will be a couple days before he gets and MRI or EEG, but I am not dumb. I know what happens when the brain doesn't get oxygen for over 20 mins. Breathing machines are keeping him alive. I skated with my rollerboos today and talked to my doctor, teammate, girl: NOLA Ebola and she pretty much confirmed where my mind is. I think I might end up having to be the voice of reason, which freaks me out and also FUCK. Seriously, like FUCK.
This year has sucked, but at one point I had had worst years. Not anymore. Fuck this year. So much bullshit. Too much. It's just too much right now.
So I mentioned back in August about my brother getting hit and run and it being really bad. And then how he was on the mend.
Today his oxygen dropped, he asphyxiated and they had to do CPR for over 20 mins to revive him. He was "stabilized" moved into the ICU again. It will be a couple days before he gets and MRI or EEG, but I am not dumb. I know what happens when the brain doesn't get oxygen for over 20 mins. Breathing machines are keeping him alive. I skated with my rollerboos today and talked to my doctor, teammate, girl: NOLA Ebola and she pretty much confirmed where my mind is. I think I might end up having to be the voice of reason, which freaks me out and also FUCK. Seriously, like FUCK.
This year has sucked, but at one point I had had worst years. Not anymore. Fuck this year. So much bullshit. Too much. It's just too much right now.
So I mentioned back in August about my brother getting hit and run and it being really bad. And then how he was on the mend.
Today his oxygen dropped, he asphyxiated and they had to do CPR for over 20 mins to revive him. He was "stabilized" moved into the ICU again. It will be a couple days before he gets and MRI or EEG, but I am not dumb. I know what happens when the brain doesn't get oxygen for over 20 mins. Breathing machines are keeping him alive. I skated with my rollerboos today and talked to my doctor, teammate, girl: NOLA Ebola and she pretty much confirmed where my mind is. I think I might end up having to be the voice of reason, which freaks me out and also FUCK. Seriously, like FUCK.
This year has sucked, but at one point I had had worst years. Not anymore. Fuck this year. So much bullshit. Too much. It's just too much right now.
God I am so sorry. I hate that you are going to be put in this position. Just know we are here for you.
So I mentioned back in August about my brother getting hit and run and it being really bad. And then how he was on the mend.
Today his oxygen dropped, he asphyxiated and they had to do CPR for over 20 mins to revive him. He was "stabilized" moved into the ICU again. It will be a couple days before he gets and MRI or EEG, but I am not dumb. I know what happens when the brain doesn't get oxygen for over 20 mins. Breathing machines are keeping him alive. I skated with my rollerboos today and talked to my doctor, teammate, girl: NOLA Ebola and she pretty much confirmed where my mind is. I think I might end up having to be the voice of reason, which freaks me out and also FUCK. Seriously, like FUCK.
This year has sucked, but at one point I had had worst years. Not anymore. Fuck this year. So much bullshit. Too much. It's just too much right now.
5.5/four tet, daphni b2b floating points, avalon emerson 5.12/neil young 5.19/mannequin pussy 5.21/serpentwithfeet 5.25/hozier 6.12-16/bonnaroo 6.28/goose 6.29/goose 9.17/the national + the war on drugs 9.23/sigur ros 9.27-29/making time 10.17/air
So I mentioned back in August about my brother getting hit and run and it being really bad. And then how he was on the mend.
Today his oxygen dropped, he asphyxiated and they had to do CPR for over 20 mins to revive him. He was "stabilized" moved into the ICU again. It will be a couple days before he gets and MRI or EEG, but I am not dumb. I know what happens when the brain doesn't get oxygen for over 20 mins. Breathing machines are keeping him alive. I skated with my rollerboos today and talked to my doctor, teammate, girl: NOLA Ebola and she pretty much confirmed where my mind is. I think I might end up having to be the voice of reason, which freaks me out and also FUCK. Seriously, like FUCK.
This year has sucked, but at one point I had had worst years. Not anymore. Fuck this year. So much bullshit. Too much. It's just too much right now.
I had to be a similar voice when my grandmother was on machines when she passed. It's definitely a tough choice even if you're sure on it.
Yeah. I'm not looking forward to it. I see it coming already. Savannah's bff Heather (Savannah is my brothers daughter), is talking the ultimate ethical choice. No bitch it isn't an ethical choice, if you're only alive because of machines, you aren't alive. Who would want to live like that? Plus, he has no job, no money, no insurance (he got medicaid after the accident). So let's just let him stay on a machine and racking up bills.
Yeah. I'm not looking forward to it. I see it coming already. Savannah's bff Heather (Savannah is my brothers daughter), is talking the ultimate ethical choice. No bitch it isn't an ethical choice, if you're only alive because of machines, you aren't alive. Who would want to live like that? Plus, he has no job, no money, no insurance (he got medicaid after the accident). So let's just let him stay on a machine and racking up bills.
Sorry, I'm raw and upset.
Who ultimately makes the decision? Is it you or his daughter?
Yeah. I'm not looking forward to it. I see it coming already. Savannah's bff Heather (Savannah is my brothers daughter), is talking the ultimate ethical choice. No bitch it isn't an ethical choice, if you're only alive because of machines, you aren't alive. Who would want to live like that? Plus, he has no job, no money, no insurance (he got medicaid after the accident). So let's just let him stay on a machine and racking up bills.
Sorry, I'm raw and upset.
Who ultimately makes the decision? Is it you or his daughter?
My mom got a puppy in May, and it turns out she has severe hip dysplasia in both hips. They've gotten four different opinions and there's just no avoiding that she would need a $5000 surgery on the one hip right away (it currently has no cartilage and is bone-on-bone) and would likely need the same on the other soon after, and could very well need medicine for the rest of her life. My mom doesn't have an extra $10K+ medicine and PT costs, and doesn't want her pup to live a life of pain so they're putting her down a few days after Christmas. She's only 10 months old, and it makes me sad.
5.5/four tet, daphni b2b floating points, avalon emerson 5.12/neil young 5.19/mannequin pussy 5.21/serpentwithfeet 5.25/hozier 6.12-16/bonnaroo 6.28/goose 6.29/goose 9.17/the national + the war on drugs 9.23/sigur ros 9.27-29/making time 10.17/air
Yeah. I'm not looking forward to it. I see it coming already. Savannah's bff Heather (Savannah is my brothers daughter), is talking the ultimate ethical choice. No bitch it isn't an ethical choice, if you're only alive because of machines, you aren't alive. Who would want to live like that? Plus, he has no job, no money, no insurance (he got medicaid after the accident). So let's just let him stay on a machine and racking up bills.
My mom got a puppy in May, and it turns out she has severe hip dysplasia in both hips. They've gotten four different opinions and there's just no avoiding that she would need a $5000 surgery on the one hip right away (it currently has no cartilage and is bone-on-bone) and would likely need the same on the other soon after, and could very well need medicine for the rest of her life. My mom doesn't have an extra $10K+ medicine and PT costs, and doesn't want her pup to live a life of pain so they're putting her down a few days after Christmas. She's only 10 months old, and it makes me sad.
gahhhh the Grr Thread right now is more like the Fucking Fuck Thread--I'm so so sorry, Vieux, I cannot even imagine. And Jaz, that's unbelievably sad, and condolences to your mother for having to make that difficult decision.
Considering you've found the need to respond to my threads as if you are threatened by me I offer you some peace my confused counterpart. May you find peace in your restless soul.
We're signing a DNR tomorrow, and removing the breathing tube Saturday.
No voice of reason needed, no funeral, we're cremating him and having a party on his birthday next year.
That sounds lovely. My grandpa passed yesterday morning. We weren't super close bc I didn't meet that side of the family until about 15 years ago. They're doing the service and burial on Saturday, and I just can't bring myself to go bc I can't count on everyone that'll be there having been cautious about covid. I'll go on my own soon to say goodbye but it sucks to not be part of the group goodbye.
Just said goodbye to my brother. The breathing tube will be taken out tomorrow. He is taking some breaths on his own and he lasted about 2 hrs off it the other day, when the doctors were running tests, before he got worn out. We think it's going to take a few hours before he passed.
I was the only one masked up at my sister's and I had to talk about thejeremy's MS diagnose and treatment. Nobody made me feel bad, but it was awkward for me regardless.
I'm not going to with them to take him off support tomorrow. I'll be going over after it's done, unless they have to move him to hospice. I fucking hate this so much. He might not have been the best person, but he was my brother and was only 50.
Just said goodbye to my brother. The breathing tube will be taken out tomorrow. He is taking some breaths on his own and he lasted about 2 hrs off it the other day, when the doctors were running tests, before he got worn out. We think it's going to take a few hours before he passed.
I was the only one masked up at my sister's and I had to talk about thejeremy 's MS diagnose and treatment. Nobody made me feel bad, but it was awkward for me regardless.
I'm not going to with them to take him off support tomorrow. I'll be going over after it's done, unless they have to move him to hospice. I fucking hate this so much. He might not have been the best person, but he was my brother and was only 50.
Just said goodbye to my brother. The breathing tube will be taken out tomorrow. He is taking some breaths on his own and he lasted about 2 hrs off it the other day, when the doctors were running tests, before he got worn out. We think it's going to take a few hours before he passed.
I was the only one masked up at my sister's and I had to talk about thejeremy 's MS diagnose and treatment. Nobody made me feel bad, but it was awkward for me regardless.
I'm not going to with them to take him off support tomorrow. I'll be going over after it's done, unless they have to move him to hospice. I fucking hate this so much. He might not have been the best person, but he was my brother and was only 50.
How you doing?
Shitty. My sisters and niece went at 9am yesterday to take him off everything, but he hasn't passed yet. They came home at 6pm and Sherri and Joe's mom (Ms. Linda) stayed with him. At around 11p we got a call from Ms. Linda and she couldn't handle being there overnight with him because it was too much. At first his breathing was loud and strong and he was snoring, but as the evening progressed, it has gotten gurgly and shallow. Hospice doesn't do the deep lung suction and he is filling up with shit. So both my sisters went to relieve her. Honestly, I can't even imagine watching my own child die.
We also found out that Joe and his crazy ex-wife (my crazy ex-friend that I introduced to Joe and left me for him and his drugs) aren't really divorced but thought they were. Sherri tried to get it fixed before the catastrophic event, but due to shit out of our control was unable to, but the ex thinks it's finalized. So we are not telling anyone so she doesn't blow shit up. She has been telling all his druggy friends that he died a week or two ago, and they were texting and harassing Sherri. They tried to tell us we aren't his family, they have never heard about us, they are his chosen family and should be the ones going to see him and making decisions. One of them broke into where Joe was living, stole his gun, his phone and all this shit even though there is an open investigation and the druggy thinks the original hit and run was intentional. I can't even with these fucking people. It is so fucking much. I guess it wouldn't be Joe without drama all the way to the bitter end.
Long story short: I am doing shitty and trying to keep my mind busy it but it is really just so much. Basically just waiting on the phone call now.
Shitty. My sisters and niece went at 9am yesterday to take him off everything, but he hasn't passed yet. They came home at 6pm and Sherri and Joe's mom (Ms. Linda) stayed with him. At around 11p we got a call from Ms. Linda and she couldn't handle being there overnight with him because it was too much. At first his breathing was loud and strong and he was snoring, but as the evening progressed, it has gotten gurgly and shallow. Hospice doesn't do the deep lung suction and he is filling up with shit. So both my sisters went to relieve her. Honestly, I can't even imagine watching my own child die.
We also found out that Joe and his crazy ex-wife (my crazy ex-friend that I introduced to Joe and left me for him and his drugs) aren't really divorced but thought they were. Sherri tried to get it fixed before the catastrophic event, but due to shit out of our control was unable to, but the ex thinks it's finalized. So we are not telling anyone so she doesn't blow shit up. She has been telling all his druggy friends that he died a week or two ago, and they were texting and harassing Sherri. They tried to tell us we aren't his family, they have never heard about us, they are his chosen family and should be the ones going to see him and making decisions. One of them broke into where Joe was living, stole his gun, his phone and all this shit even though there is an open investigation and the druggy thinks the original hit and run was intentional. I can't even with these fucking people. It is so fucking much. I guess it wouldn't be Joe without drama all the way to the bitter end.
Long story short: I am doing shitty and trying to keep my mind busy it but it is really just so much. Basically just waiting on the phone call now.
God that has to be horrific. So sorry you are going through this on top of everything else. Wonder if any of those "friends" of his would like to come and suction out his lungs. I know all about thieving relatives and friends. While we were at my Grandmothers funeral when I was ten years old, distant relatives hit the house and stole all her COSTUME jewelry and everything else they could get their hands on. So I have nothing of my Grandmothers. I learned at a very early age that people can be shits
Shitty. My sisters and niece went at 9am yesterday to take him off everything, but he hasn't passed yet. They came home at 6pm and Sherri and Joe's mom (Ms. Linda) stayed with him. At around 11p we got a call from Ms. Linda and she couldn't handle being there overnight with him because it was too much. At first his breathing was loud and strong and he was snoring, but as the evening progressed, it has gotten gurgly and shallow. Hospice doesn't do the deep lung suction and he is filling up with shit. So both my sisters went to relieve her. Honestly, I can't even imagine watching my own child die.
We also found out that Joe and his crazy ex-wife (my crazy ex-friend that I introduced to Joe and left me for him and his drugs) aren't really divorced but thought they were. Sherri tried to get it fixed before the catastrophic event, but due to shit out of our control was unable to, but the ex thinks it's finalized. So we are not telling anyone so she doesn't blow shit up. She has been telling all his druggy friends that he died a week or two ago, and they were texting and harassing Sherri. They tried to tell us we aren't his family, they have never heard about us, they are his chosen family and should be the ones going to see him and making decisions. One of them broke into where Joe was living, stole his gun, his phone and all this shit even though there is an open investigation and the druggy thinks the original hit and run was intentional. I can't even with these fucking people. It is so fucking much. I guess it wouldn't be Joe without drama all the way to the bitter end.
Long story short: I am doing shitty and trying to keep my mind busy it but it is really just so much. Basically just waiting on the phone call now.
God that has to be horrific. So sorry you are going through this on top of everything else. Wonder if any of those "friends" of his would like to come and suction out his lungs. I know all about thieving relatives and friends. While we were at my Grandmothers funeral when I was ten years old, distant relatives hit the house and stole all her COSTUME jewelry and everything else they could get their hands on. So I have nothing of my Grandmothers. I learned at a very early age that people can be shits
Thank you. People are pretty fucking terrible. My relatives did the same in 2012 when my grandparents passed. We had names on shit in their house but I only got one thing I was supposed to and it was after my mom fought tooth and nails for it.
My mom basically gave everyone their inheritance besides life insurance, due to the way her siblings acted. My sister Sherri was pretty terrible when Ike passed and she admitted that she was being that way. Death really brings out the worst in some.