Your worst day!! - Page 3

oROSSo · 27th July 2012, 09:00 AM

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Originally Posted by sexymuffin

I had some yesterday

where from?

robref · 27th July 2012, 08:33 PM

FFS guys/gals i only started this thread in a light-hearted manner. Never meant it to turn so dark with mentions of near death and despair.

Porrohman · 27th July 2012, 11:30 PM

It was for the 3 month scan. We went into the room and the mrs laid on the couch, with obvious bump. Lady walked in and said a few things. You're not really listening, though as you are excited and nervous. She scanned for a few minutes and her face gave it away. She then asked, "Are you sure that you are pregnant?" Well, the pregnancy test, and the pregnancy test and Dr referral sort of fucking suggested it. Added, to that, either the mrs is raiding the fridge like Bruce, or she is up the duff. So, we scanned a bit more and then we heard the news, "There is no baby."

Have you ever felt the world spin around you and all that you want to do is get off for a minute and throw up? It's worse when you know that you have to be strong for someone. Yeah, back in the room now and that someone is crying her eyes out and saying, "I'm sorry, John." Fucking find the words and say something, anything, even though the fucking world is spinning faster and faster and I want to be alone. Desperately.

So we are told we have to wait for the consultant to sort out the formalities. Formalities. Fucking hate that word. They lovingly left the picture of the empty womb on the screen in front of us for the half hour we waited. Time stood still here, but it was half an hour because Johnny Cunt was emerging and checking his watch.

The consultant walked in, and he is good. He looked after us the last time. Remember at this moment how fragile we were. Now, imagine what it feels like when the consultant tells the lady she was scanning in the wrong place and here is the baby. Now, that is the worst one just gone to the best fucking one ever.

Occam's Razor · 27th July 2012, 11:32 PM

Fucking hell, man.

The Voice Of Reason · 27th July 2012, 11:33 PM

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Originally Posted by Porrohman

It was for the 3 month scan. We went into the room and the mrs laid on the couch, with obvious bump. Lady walked in and said a few things. You're not really listening, though as you are excited and nervous. She scanned for a few minutes and her face gave it away. She then asked, "Are you sure that you are pregnant?" Well, the pregnancy test, and the pregnancy test and Dr referral sort of fucking suggested it. Added, to that, either the mrs is raiding the fridge like Bruce, or she is up the duff. So, we scanned a bit more and then we heard the news, "There is no baby."

Have you ever felt the world spin around you and all that you want to do is get off for a minute and throw up? It's worse when you know that you have to be strong for someone. Yeah, back in the room now and that someone is crying her eyes out and saying, "I'm sorry, John." Fucking find the words and say something, anything, even though the fucking world is spinning faster and faster and I want to be alone. Desperately.

So we are told we have to wait for the consultant to sort out the formalities. They loving left the picture of the empty womb on the screen in front of us for the half hour we waited. Time stood still here, but it was half an hour because Johnny was emerging and checking his watch.

The consultant walked in, and he is good. He looked after us the last time. Remember at this moment how fragile we were. Now, imagine what it feels like when the consultant tells the lady she was scanning in the wrong place and here is the baby. Now, that is the worst one just gone to the best fucking one ever.

Fuckin Hell mate

What a bag of emotion

Eddie Hitler · 27th July 2012, 11:41 PM

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Originally Posted by JosieAnn II

Yep.

R.I.P.

lovely lass anarll, anyway.... my worst day was early ninties somewhere in greece. my mate on a moped wipes out the front of a cafe, chebles and chairs all awer.

in the process of said crash he gashed his leg and needed medical treatment. clever fcker me said "haway then ill take you to the doctors on the moped, hop on the back".

proper big bastard he is and i at the time was canny skinny. soon as i pulled away we went head first into the outside of another cafe. his injury got worse and i nearly ripped a couple of toes off.

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Originally Posted by Porrohman

It was for the 3 month scan. We went into the room and the mrs laid on the couch, with obvious bump. Lady walked in and said a few things. You're not really listening, though as you are excited and nervous. She scanned for a few minutes and her face gave it away. She then asked, "Are you sure that you are pregnant?" Well, the pregnancy test, and the pregnancy test and Dr referral sort of fucking suggested it. Added, to that, either the mrs is raiding the fridge like Bruce, or she is up the duff. So, we scanned a bit more and then we heard the news, "There is no baby."

Have you ever felt the world spin around you and all that you want to do is get off for a minute and throw up? It's worse when you know that you have to be strong for someone. Yeah, back in the room now and that someone is crying her eyes out and saying, "I'm sorry, John." Fucking find the words and say something, anything, even though the fucking world is spinning faster and faster and I want to be alone. Desperately.

So we are told we have to wait for the consultant to sort out the formalities. Formalities. Fucking hate that word. They lovingly left the picture of the empty womb on the screen in front of us for the half hour we waited. Time stood still here, but it was half an hour because Johnny Cunt was emerging and checking his watch.

The consultant walked in, and he is good. He looked after us the last time. Remember at this moment how fragile we were. Now, imagine what it feels like when the consultant tells the lady she was scanning in the wrong place and here is the baby. Now, that is the worst one just gone to the best fucking one ever.

fckin hell. hope you gave the dopey nurse a piece of your mind ? thats fckin shocking that like.

alanturing · 28th July 2012, 12:07 AM

25th May 1998.

Porrohman · 28th July 2012, 12:08 AM

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Originally Posted by Eddie Hitler

R.I.P.

lovely lass anarll, anyway.... my worst day was early ninties somewhere in greece. my mate on a moped wipes out the front of a cafe, chebles and chairs all awer.

in the process of said crash he gashed his leg and needed medical treatment. clever fcker me said "haway then ill take you to the doctors on the moped, hop on the back".

proper big bastard he is and i at the time was canny skinny. soon as i pulled away we went head first into the outside of another cafe. his injury got worse and i nearly ripped a couple of toes off.

fckin hell. hope you gave the dopey nurse a piece of your mind ? thats fckin shocking that like.

Just to hear she was there and ok was enough, mate. It got worse later when we were told there might be a heart murmour. I don't mind being told this and then being taken away to find out. However, we were told, then told to come back in a week.

I'll level with you. I'm hard work. I'm fucking difficult to live with when I get something in my head as I'm volatile.

So, we had this lovely weekend with me trying my hardest not to show how fucking manic I am becoming.

Hiccups. I should be really fucking radged. But when you hear it, and when you know that they are ok, it is alright

salad dodger · 28th July 2012, 12:10 AM

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Originally Posted by Porrohman

It was for the 3 month scan. We went into the room and the mrs laid on the couch, with obvious bump. Lady walked in and said a few things. You're not really listening, though as you are excited and nervous. She scanned for a few minutes and her face gave it away. She then asked, "Are you sure that you are pregnant?" Well, the pregnancy test, and the pregnancy test and Dr referral sort of fucking suggested it. Added, to that, either the mrs is raiding the fridge like Bruce, or she is up the duff. So, we scanned a bit more and then we heard the news, "There is no baby."

Have you ever felt the world spin around you and all that you want to do is get off for a minute and throw up? It's worse when you know that you have to be strong for someone. Yeah, back in the room now and that someone is crying her eyes out and saying, "I'm sorry, John." Fucking find the words and say something, anything, even though the fucking world is spinning faster and faster and I want to be alone. Desperately.

So we are told we have to wait for the consultant to sort out the formalities. Formalities. Fucking hate that word. They lovingly left the picture of the empty womb on the screen in front of us for the half hour we waited. Time stood still here, but it was half an hour because Johnny Cunt was emerging and checking his watch.

The consultant walked in, and he is good. He looked after us the last time. Remember at this moment how fragile we were. Now, imagine what it feels like when the consultant tells the lady she was scanning in the wrong place and here is the baby. Now, that is the worst one just gone to the best fucking one ever.

That must have been the most intense time ever

Porrohman · 28th July 2012, 12:16 AM

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Originally Posted by salad dodger

That must have been the most intense time ever

Just below the penatly shoot out for the play off final, mate

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Originally Posted by Porrohman

Just below the penatly shoot out for the play off final, mate

To be honest she has to go in for three scans soon

It is probably ok and just routine.

However, I'm up a fucking height. Two of them will be very uncomfortable, but , I'm told by the medical lot that it is ok because she will not remember it.

Right, one dad to another, being told it is ok because she will not remember it turns me to fucking rage.

I'm going to log off and be where people are not as I'm not good company