Post Edited (Chutz) : 4/2/2009 9:54:36 AM (GMT-6)
I'm Retired USAF, went back to school and became an RN, and now am on ful disalbility!
Degenerative Disc (affecting mostly the thorasic disc but all levels involved), C6/7 laminectomy/diskectomy& fusion, Osteoarthritis, Ulcerative colitis, Chronic Pain, Fibromyalgia, Complex Sleep Apnea, and host of other things to spice up my life!(NOT!)
Medications: Oxycontin, Percocet, Baclofen, Sulfasalazine, Metoprolol, Folic Acid, Supplemental O2 at 3lpm with VPAP Adapt SV
Oh please more people should be posting to this thread. Chutz you had a wonderful idea.
I had to come home from work early today the pain was alittle to much. Used the excuse of the flu that has all my coworkers sick. I'm laying here in bed with my laptop crying reading both your posts. Not tears of saddness but good tears for the both of you.
I"m from a highly dysfunctional family. Father went to prison for abusing me, my mother stayed by his side, I went into foster care and was then moved from house to house. (I was a good kid) Married right out of foster care at 18 had to leave on my 18 birthday. New husband beat the crap out of me for 10 months until I left him in the cover of night when my son who was 6 days old. Finally my mother wanted back into my life but that meant having to deal with my father who had just gotten out of prison. I wanted to be the good person and forgive not forget but forgive. (Anyone thinking this? No my father was NEVER alone with any of my children!)
I'm still young only 39 haven't meet someone that has any impact on my life yet other than my husband. But outside no. I'm a very private person, yes the fear of being hurt is always there.
But to read stories of people that have made impacts in others lifes I LOVE to read about. It gives me hope. I'm just so HAPPY that the two of you had a safe spot or some light in your life during trying times.
BTW because of the way I was raised my children get tired of hearing me tell them I LOVE THEM! I hug them all the time, drag them with me whereever I go. They are 15, 16 and 20. And know that they are loved by mom and dad. For all of us who has never heard I LOVE YOU from a parent will understand.
Hey Chutzie-I think I like this thread keep it up if we can get enough peeps to respond.
I came from a poor abusive family and both of my parents drank. They divorced when I was 4, but flip flopped back & forth. They drank every Friday & Saturday night. No drinking during the week. They had very good friend that my Dad picked up every Friday and he came to our home for the weekend. He sometimes played referee unless he was too drunk and busy having flashbacks from the war. He was an old fighter pilot back in the war, when he got drunk he sometimes had his flashbacks and was shooting down planes. He was probably one of the most mild mannered people you would ever want to meet. He was like family to us. He built my brother his first electric radio and our first black and white tv. He worked in tv repair and was a genius in that field. Mac never married and he had a sister that never married, he supported and took care of her very well. They lived in an old 4 room shack, his living room was full of tv sets that was given to him from work-he worked at Sears in tv repair after the war. He would take parts off of various tv's and build a set. This is just a litle background.
My best friend in grade school thru jr high had the best mother in the world. She was what I had always wanted in a mother. She knew my family history really well, most did, it was a small town. One of those where everyone knows everyones business. Her mother was the best cook, she worked at the local dry cleaners and when she got home from work she put one of the biggest meals on the table I had ever seen in my life. She cooked things I wasn't getting at home, sometimes food was scarce. I never left her table hungry, she always encouraged me to eat, eat. I spent nearly every weekend at their house that my mother would allow. My friend had the white canopy bedroom outfit that little girls dreamed of at that age. I always felt like it was something magical going on when I was there. This lady showed me a side of life that I never knew existed. I knew I wanted to be like Evelyn, a lady that took care of her family. She is still alive, I think she is maybe 86 or 87. I do call and talk to her every so often. Now the roles have reversed, she lives with her daughter and her daughter takes care of her. She is one great lady.
She really made an impact on my life.....Susie