Discussion & help on depression & mental health related issues

[bring back the catt]

Interesting stuff from the BBC on our own immune systems possibly causing mental illness.
Article - Depression: A revolution in treatment? http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/health-37166293
Radio (starts about 02:15) - The Inflamed Mind http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b07pj2pw

Not wishing to sound elite, but I took that test of nine questions during 2006, and I hate to say, I scored a maximum. That is the worst score anybody could attain, but was reflective of the anxieties I had.
Before this test, I had had years of varying condidtions, none of which in isolation would cause any real problem. But the culmination of them all put me in a quite vulnerable state. To such a degree i was actually declared disabled.
This in itself carried a great stigma, as I did not have a pronounced limp, or my arm in a sling, or anything visibly wrong with me, but i was, for want of a better term, a wreck. This actually added to my burdens.
I had to live with the fact that I did not have anything that was contagious, or life threatening, but something equally as damaging. I had a condition which could not be seen. I appeared to be fit and healthy on the outside, and could not show distress to others as I felt this to be a sign of weakness. This was also exhausting as I saw myself as a fraud.
This, in turn, exacerbated my conditions. Keeping your 'secret' condition a secret is mentally exhausting in itself.
I had, over a period of years, been diagnosed with Labyrinthitis, Tinitus, IBS, Arthritis, Reynauds Penomena, Sjurgrins Syndrome, Fibromyalgia, Cervical Spondylosis, Meniers Disease, amonst others, which all were the 'by-product' of being run over by a fire engine when I was about 13. (I am not medical, so please excuse my spelling). I obviously didn't know this at the time, and so continued to lead a very active life with my many sports and hobbies and interests.
And I had a very exacting and stressful job.
That is when the problems really mounted up, as I had little sleep and little food, and travelled many miles working very long hours, which really didn't help.
Then was the denial anything was wrong, and I battled on. Until I could battle no longer.

But fortunately I had a very progressive GP, who put most of my conditions to having virtually no immune system to be of any note.
Consultation. Acknowledging my conditions. Accepting advice. Taking prescribed medicines. Correct rest and diet and exercise.
They all helped. The opening up of the dialogue was essential, for it enabled the professionals to diagnose me as clinically depressed.
The medication was next. Slowly I felt the effects. Unfortunately, the weight gain came with this, but it far outweighed what I had been feeling.
And now, feeling pretty good, despite my advancing years, and living life again. And enjoying it.
The object lesson was there all along, it was that I did not see it. Or did not want to.

So, PLEASE, do seek the advice of your GP. Talk to all on this Forum. And above all, Keep The Faith.
This is very worthwhile. Take time to read the posts on this thread, as there are many truly inspirational contributors. All of which have accelerated my improvement with their sound advice, their positive attitudes, their selflessness and their sincerity.

 

[COYBL25]

Not wishing to sound elite, but I took that test of nine questions during 2006, and I hate to say, I scored a maximum. That is the worst score anybody could attain, but was reflective of the anxieties I had.
Before this test, I had had years of varying condidtions, none of which in isolation would cause any real problem. But the culmination of them all put me in a quite vulnerable state. To such a degree i was actually declared disabled.
This in itself carried a great stigma, as I did not have a pronounced limp, or my arm in a sling, or anything visibly wrong with me, but i was, for want of a better term, a wreck. This actually added to my burdens.
I had to live with the fact that I did not have anything that was contagious, or life threatening, but something equally as damaging. I had a condition which could not be seen. I appeared to be fit and healthy on the outside, and could not show distress to others as I felt this to be a sign of weakness. This was also exhausting as I saw myself as a fraud.
This, in turn, exacerbated my conditions. Keeping your 'secret' condition a secret is mentally exhausting in itself.
I had, over a period of years, been diagnosed with Labyrinthitis, Tinitus, IBS, Arthritis, Reynauds Penomena, Sjurgrins Syndrome, Fibromyalgia, Cervical Spondylosis, Meniers Disease, amonst others, which all were the 'by-product' of being run over by a fire engine when I was about 13. (I am not medical, so please excuse my spelling). I obviously didn't know this at the time, and so continued to lead a very active life with my many sports and hobbies and interests.
And I had a very exacting and stressful job.
That is when the problems really mounted up, as I had little sleep and little food, and travelled many miles working very long hours, which really didn't help.
Then was the denial anything was wrong, and I battled on. Until I could battle no longer.

But fortunately I had a very progressive GP, who put most of my conditions to having virtually no immune system to be of any note.
Consultation. Acknowledging my conditions. Accepting advice. Taking prescribed medicines. Correct rest and diet and exercise.
They all helped. The opening up of the dialogue was essential, for it enabled the professionals to diagnose me as clinically depressed.
The medication was next. Slowly I felt the effects. Unfortunately, the weight gain came with this, but it far outweighed what I had been feeling.
And now, feeling pretty good, despite my advancing years, and living life again. And enjoying it.
The object lesson was there all along, it was that I did not see it. Or did not want to.

So, PLEASE, do seek the advice of your GP. Talk to all on this Forum. And above all, Keep The Faith.
This is very worthwhile. Take time to read the posts on this thread, as there are many truly inspirational contributors. All of which have accelerated my improvement with their sound advice, their positive attitudes, their selflessness and their sincerity.

Superb and brave post, the very essence of what this thread is all about.

 

[wbn61]

Not wishing to sound elite, but I took that test of nine questions during 2006, and I hate to say, I scored a maximum. That is the worst score anybody could attain, but was reflective of the anxieties I had.
Before this test, I had had years of varying condidtions, none of which in isolation would cause any real problem. But the culmination of them all put me in a quite vulnerable state. To such a degree i was actually declared disabled.
This in itself carried a great stigma, as I did not have a pronounced limp, or my arm in a sling, or anything visibly wrong with me, but i was, for want of a better term, a wreck. This actually added to my burdens.
I had to live with the fact that I did not have anything that was contagious, or life threatening, but something equally as damaging. I had a condition which could not be seen. I appeared to be fit and healthy on the outside, and could not show distress to others as I felt this to be a sign of weakness. This was also exhausting as I saw myself as a fraud.
This, in turn, exacerbated my conditions. Keeping your 'secret' condition a secret is mentally exhausting in itself.
I had, over a period of years, been diagnosed with Labyrinthitis, Tinitus, IBS, Arthritis, Reynauds Penomena, Sjurgrins Syndrome, Fibromyalgia, Cervical Spondylosis, Meniers Disease, amonst others, which all were the 'by-product' of being run over by a fire engine when I was about 13. (I am not medical, so please excuse my spelling). I obviously didn't know this at the time, and so continued to lead a very active life with my many sports and hobbies and interests.
And I had a very exacting and stressful job.
That is when the problems really mounted up, as I had little sleep and little food, and travelled many miles working very long hours, which really didn't help.
Then was the denial anything was wrong, and I battled on. Until I could battle no longer.

But fortunately I had a very progressive GP, who put most of my conditions to having virtually no immune system to be of any note.
Consultation. Acknowledging my conditions. Accepting advice. Taking prescribed medicines. Correct rest and diet and exercise.
They all helped. The opening up of the dialogue was essential, for it enabled the professionals to diagnose me as clinically depressed.
The medication was next. Slowly I felt the effects. Unfortunately, the weight gain came with this, but it far outweighed what I had been feeling.
And now, feeling pretty good, despite my advancing years, and living life again. And enjoying it.
The object lesson was there all along, it was that I did not see it. Or did not want to.

So, PLEASE, do seek the advice of your GP. Talk to all on this Forum. And above all, Keep The Faith.
This is very worthwhile. Take time to read the posts on this thread, as there are many truly inspirational contributors. All of which have accelerated my improvement with their sound advice, their positive attitudes, their selflessness and their sincerity.

A lot of that rings true with me, seems we have lot in common. The advice at the end is a sound one, thankyou for sharing.

 

[roydo]

A lot of that rings true with me, seems we have lot in common. The advice at the end is a sound one, thankyou for sharing.

Rarely come in here these days, but made up you are still offering support to folk mate.

 

[DualityNSNO]

Not wishing to sound elite, but I took that test of nine questions during 2006, and I hate to say, I scored a maximum. That is the worst score anybody could attain, but was reflective of the anxieties I had.
Before this test, I had had years of varying condidtions, none of which in isolation would cause any real problem. But the culmination of them all put me in a quite vulnerable state. To such a degree i was actually declared disabled.
This in itself carried a great stigma, as I did not have a pronounced limp, or my arm in a sling, or anything visibly wrong with me, but i was, for want of a better term, a wreck. This actually added to my burdens.
I had to live with the fact that I did not have anything that was contagious, or life threatening, but something equally as damaging. I had a condition which could not be seen. I appeared to be fit and healthy on the outside, and could not show distress to others as I felt this to be a sign of weakness. This was also exhausting as I saw myself as a fraud.
This, in turn, exacerbated my conditions. Keeping your 'secret' condition a secret is mentally exhausting in itself.
I had, over a period of years, been diagnosed with Labyrinthitis, Tinitus, IBS, Arthritis, Reynauds Penomena, Sjurgrins Syndrome, Fibromyalgia, Cervical Spondylosis, Meniers Disease, amonst others, which all were the 'by-product' of being run over by a fire engine when I was about 13. (I am not medical, so please excuse my spelling). I obviously didn't know this at the time, and so continued to lead a very active life with my many sports and hobbies and interests.
And I had a very exacting and stressful job.
That is when the problems really mounted up, as I had little sleep and little food, and travelled many miles working very long hours, which really didn't help.
Then was the denial anything was wrong, and I battled on. Until I could battle no longer.

But fortunately I had a very progressive GP, who put most of my conditions to having virtually no immune system to be of any note.
Consultation. Acknowledging my conditions. Accepting advice. Taking prescribed medicines. Correct rest and diet and exercise.
They all helped. The opening up of the dialogue was essential, for it enabled the professionals to diagnose me as clinically depressed.
The medication was next. Slowly I felt the effects. Unfortunately, the weight gain came with this, but it far outweighed what I had been feeling.
And now, feeling pretty good, despite my advancing years, and living life again. And enjoying it.
The object lesson was there all along, it was that I did not see it. Or did not want to.

So, PLEASE, do seek the advice of your GP. Talk to all on this Forum. And above all, Keep The Faith.
This is very worthwhile. Take time to read the posts on this thread, as there are many truly inspirational contributors. All of which have accelerated my improvement with their sound advice, their positive attitudes, their selflessness and their sincerity.

Amazing post, this.

Thank you for sharing!

 

[kithnou]

Not wishing to sound elite, but I took that test of nine questions during 2006, and I hate to say, I scored a maximum. That is the worst score anybody could attain, but was reflective of the anxieties I had.
Before this test, I had had years of varying condidtions, none of which in isolation would cause any real problem. But the culmination of them all put me in a quite vulnerable state. To such a degree i was actually declared disabled.
This in itself carried a great stigma, as I did not have a pronounced limp, or my arm in a sling, or anything visibly wrong with me, but i was, for want of a better term, a wreck. This actually added to my burdens.
I had to live with the fact that I did not have anything that was contagious, or life threatening, but something equally as damaging. I had a condition which could not be seen. I appeared to be fit and healthy on the outside, and could not show distress to others as I felt this to be a sign of weakness. This was also exhausting as I saw myself as a fraud.
This, in turn, exacerbated my conditions. Keeping your 'secret' condition a secret is mentally exhausting in itself.
I had, over a period of years, been diagnosed with Labyrinthitis, Tinitus, IBS, Arthritis, Reynauds Penomena, Sjurgrins Syndrome, Fibromyalgia, Cervical Spondylosis, Meniers Disease, amonst others, which all were the 'by-product' of being run over by a fire engine when I was about 13. (I am not medical, so please excuse my spelling). I obviously didn't know this at the time, and so continued to lead a very active life with my many sports and hobbies and interests.
And I had a very exacting and stressful job.
That is when the problems really mounted up, as I had little sleep and little food, and travelled many miles working very long hours, which really didn't help.
Then was the denial anything was wrong, and I battled on. Until I could battle no longer.

But fortunately I had a very progressive GP, who put most of my conditions to having virtually no immune system to be of any note.
Consultation. Acknowledging my conditions. Accepting advice. Taking prescribed medicines. Correct rest and diet and exercise.
They all helped. The opening up of the dialogue was essential, for it enabled the professionals to diagnose me as clinically depressed.
The medication was next. Slowly I felt the effects. Unfortunately, the weight gain came with this, but it far outweighed what I had been feeling.
And now, feeling pretty good, despite my advancing years, and living life again. And enjoying it.
The object lesson was there all along, it was that I did not see it. Or did not want to.

So, PLEASE, do seek the advice of your GP. Talk to all on this Forum. And above all, Keep The Faith.
This is very worthwhile. Take time to read the posts on this thread, as there are many truly inspirational contributors. All of which have accelerated my improvement with their sound advice, their positive attitudes, their selflessness and their sincerity.

Great post mate!

 

[bizzaro]

Not wishing to sound elite, but I took that test of nine questions during 2006, and I hate to say, I scored a maximum. That is the worst score anybody could attain, but was reflective of the anxieties I had.
Before this test, I had had years of varying condidtions, none of which in isolation would cause any real problem. But the culmination of them all put me in a quite vulnerable state. To such a degree i was actually declared disabled.
This in itself carried a great stigma, as I did not have a pronounced limp, or my arm in a sling, or anything visibly wrong with me, but i was, for want of a better term, a wreck. This actually added to my burdens.
I had to live with the fact that I did not have anything that was contagious, or life threatening, but something equally as damaging. I had a condition which could not be seen. I appeared to be fit and healthy on the outside, and could not show distress to others as I felt this to be a sign of weakness. This was also exhausting as I saw myself as a fraud.
This, in turn, exacerbated my conditions. Keeping your 'secret' condition a secret is mentally exhausting in itself.
I had, over a period of years, been diagnosed with Labyrinthitis, Tinitus, IBS, Arthritis, Reynauds Penomena, Sjurgrins Syndrome, Fibromyalgia, Cervical Spondylosis, Meniers Disease, amonst others, which all were the 'by-product' of being run over by a fire engine when I was about 13. (I am not medical, so please excuse my spelling). I obviously didn't know this at the time, and so continued to lead a very active life with my many sports and hobbies and interests.
And I had a very exacting and stressful job.
That is when the problems really mounted up, as I had little sleep and little food, and travelled many miles working very long hours, which really didn't help.
Then was the denial anything was wrong, and I battled on. Until I could battle no longer.

But fortunately I had a very progressive GP, who put most of my conditions to having virtually no immune system to be of any note.
Consultation. Acknowledging my conditions. Accepting advice. Taking prescribed medicines. Correct rest and diet and exercise.
They all helped. The opening up of the dialogue was essential, for it enabled the professionals to diagnose me as clinically depressed.
The medication was next. Slowly I felt the effects. Unfortunately, the weight gain came with this, but it far outweighed what I had been feeling.
And now, feeling pretty good, despite my advancing years, and living life again. And enjoying it.
The object lesson was there all along, it was that I did not see it. Or did not want to.

So, PLEASE, do seek the advice of your GP. Talk to all on this Forum. And above all, Keep The Faith.
This is very worthwhile. Take time to read the posts on this thread, as there are many truly inspirational contributors. All of which have accelerated my improvement with their sound advice, their positive attitudes, their selflessness and their sincerity.

Aye chin up.

 

[Rugby Toffee]

Things are appearing to be improving for me.

Currently having a week in the Lake District. Done a lot of thinking recently and feel a tad more together. Still not sleeping properly and still can't bring myself to scatter my ma's ashes.

One step at a time I guess.

 

[Deleted member 28206]

Things are appearing to be improving for me.

Currently having a week in the Lake District. Done a lot of thinking recently and feel a tad more together. Still not sleeping properly and still can't bring myself to scatter my ma's ashes.

One step at a time I guess.

Best place to be mate. Absolutely love the place. Hide the phone and get back to basics! Plenty of walks and tea and scones

 

[bring back the catt]

Things are appearing to be improving for me.

Currently having a week in the Lake District. Done a lot of thinking recently and feel a tad more together. Still not sleeping properly and still can't bring myself to scatter my ma's ashes.

One step at a time I guess.

Yours is an incredibly brave and positive post.
To recognise the things in your life which hurt is a major step to the road of recovery. To post and share your feelings shows, not just great courage, but also that you are ready for the next step in overcoming your fears.

Sleep will arrive, and you probably wont realise it.
The week in one of the most idyllic parts of Britain can be as invigorating, as it is restful.
Only you will know the right time to scatter your beloved Mum's ashes, but to write about it shows a brave and positive spirit.

The line which shows your true self is, "Done a lot of thinking recently", because that is the time when most would regress. Usually thinking can often bring our fears back to us. Here, in fact, you have done the opposite and written about your problems in a very steadfast manner and have acknowledged to yourself, the hardest person of all to appease, that you feel improvement.
This is all extremely progressive.

Excellent news, and excellent for you. Long may this improvement continue.
Well done, sir, and above all else, keep posting. The incredible posters on this site will wish you well, and will always be more than ready to assist and advise should you wish to confide more, just as in the same manner they have helped me.

 

[wbn61]

SATURDAY.
What a magical day of the week in the football season. the one day that takes the least effort of getting out of bed. all the people getting up with anticipation, hope and optimism for the coming day. the one day we try to forget our worries and troubles, looking ahead to meeting friends, discussing everything that's gone on in the week, catching the coach , train, car to travel to distant towns and cities or just meeting in the pub closest to the ground. some of us can't do it but we still feel involved via radio tv or internet. so I hope everyone is able to have relief from their troubles today and have an enjoyable day. I am going to.

 

[Baggzio]

Alright lads how're things. I posted here a couple weeks ago and wasn't in the best way in all honesty. I was stressing over exam results and college and all that fun stuff. Anyways because of the help and advice I received I feel like it's only fair to give an update on how I am.

Long story short I didn't get the course I wanted but I did get something else which may actually be much better for me in the long run with regards jobs and pay. I was obviously very upset at first especially given the fact that most of my friends got their first choice. However because of some of the help and advice I got on here I started looking into other things and tried to look at it like it wasn't the end of the world. And guess what? It wasn't.

This different course as I said will probably be better for me in the long run. Also I think I gained a bit of maturity knowing that the course I got I barely qualified for it so it shows that I'm gonna have to work harder in life to really get what I want or else I could be in another situation like I was where I was stressing out over it and inevitably found out I wasn't good enough for it.

It's hard to admit but the weeks and months of feeling terrible about myself and all that will benefit me in the future because I know I'll have to do whatever I can to not get in a position where I feel like that again. I spose u have to go through some tough times to get to the good times.

In all honesty now I'm looking forward to college, I mentioned in my last post that I was a bit anxious about who I'd be living with but the more and more I think about it all I can say is [Poor language removed] it and try and enjoy myself. Even if I don't make friends with them even though I actually think I will, I'll try at least and that's the best I can do, I'll see my other friends almost every day anyway so it's not really a big deal or at least not as big as I was making it out to be.

For other people who think they might've felt like me with all these results and that be it for school or college or whatever just remember it's not nor will it ever be the end of the world. There are always other options no matter what. Yeah it might take u a bit longer but if it's what u really want to do then you'll have no problem doing it. Alternatively u could be like me and figure out that it's really just not for u and do something else more suited to u.

All in all lads let's be honest the education system in most places is bull anyway, the fact that they can put a numeric value or grade value on something meaning u can't be a doctor or a teacher or whatever is nonsense. The best thing ye can do for yerselves is (and this sounds very hippy) prove the system wrong and achieve what they said u couldn't because if u wanna do something then it's only yourself who can stop u.

Anyways that's the end of my long rant on here (again). Main thing is its not the end of the world lads there's always other ways. Also again massive thanks to everyone who offered help and advice when I needed it. Ye didn't have to do it ye didn't have an obligation but ye still did I hope ye all know that you're all great people and deserve congratulations and thanks. It's great how a community can come together and forget about football even for 5 minutes to help someone out. It truly is amazing lads. You're all a credit to yourselves and this great club.

 

[wbn61]

Alright lads how're things. I posted here a couple weeks ago and wasn't in the best way in all honesty. I was stressing over exam results and college and all that fun stuff. Anyways because of the help and advice I received I feel like it's only fair to give an update on how I am.

Long story short I didn't get the course I wanted but I did get something else which may actually be much better for me in the long run with regards jobs and pay. I was obviously very upset at first especially given the fact that most of my friends got their first choice. However because of some of the help and advice I got on here I started looking into other things and tried to look at it like it wasn't the end of the world. And guess what? It wasn't.

This different course as I said will probably be better for me in the long run. Also I think I gained a bit of maturity knowing that the course I got I barely qualified for it so it shows that I'm gonna have to work harder in life to really get what I want or else I could be in another situation like I was where I was stressing out over it and inevitably found out I wasn't good enough for it.

It's hard to admit but the weeks and months of feeling terrible about myself and all that will benefit me in the future because I know I'll have to do whatever I can to not get in a position where I feel like that again. I spose u have to go through some tough times to get to the good times.

In all honesty now I'm looking forward to college, I mentioned in my last post that I was a bit anxious about who I'd be living with but the more and more I think about it all I can say is [Poor language removed] it and try and enjoy myself. Even if I don't make friends with them even though I actually think I will, I'll try at least and that's the best I can do, I'll see my other friends almost every day anyway so it's not really a big deal or at least not as big as I was making it out to be.

For other people who think they might've felt like me with all these results and that be it for school or college or whatever just remember it's not nor will it ever be the end of the world. There are always other options no matter what. Yeah it might take u a bit longer but if it's what u really want to do then you'll have no problem doing it. Alternatively u could be like me and figure out that it's really just not for u and do something else more suited to u.

All in all lads let's be honest the education system in most places is bull anyway, the fact that they can put a numeric value or grade value on something meaning u can't be a doctor or a teacher or whatever is nonsense. The best thing ye can do for yerselves is (and this sounds very hippy) prove the system wrong and achieve what they said u couldn't because if u wanna do something then it's only yourself who can stop u.

Anyways that's the end of my long rant on here (again). Main thing is its not the end of the world lads there's always other ways. Also again massive thanks to everyone who offered help and advice when I needed it. Ye didn't have to do it ye didn't have an obligation but ye still did I hope ye all know that you're all great people and deserve congratulations and thanks. It's great how a community can come together and forget about football even for 5 minutes to help someone out. It truly is amazing lads. You're all a credit to yourselves and this great club.

thank you for sharing. its good to hear positive news and hopefully that will benefit people on here. hope you have success and less tension in your chosen career.

 

[kithnou]

Alright lads how're things. I posted here a couple weeks ago and wasn't in the best way in all honesty. I was stressing over exam results and college and all that fun stuff. Anyways because of the help and advice I received I feel like it's only fair to give an update on how I am.

Long story short I didn't get the course I wanted but I did get something else which may actually be much better for me in the long run with regards jobs and pay. I was obviously very upset at first especially given the fact that most of my friends got their first choice. However because of some of the help and advice I got on here I started looking into other things and tried to look at it like it wasn't the end of the world. And guess what? It wasn't.

This different course as I said will probably be better for me in the long run. Also I think I gained a bit of maturity knowing that the course I got I barely qualified for it so it shows that I'm gonna have to work harder in life to really get what I want or else I could be in another situation like I was where I was stressing out over it and inevitably found out I wasn't good enough for it.

It's hard to admit but the weeks and months of feeling terrible about myself and all that will benefit me in the future because I know I'll have to do whatever I can to not get in a position where I feel like that again. I spose u have to go through some tough times to get to the good times.

In all honesty now I'm looking forward to college, I mentioned in my last post that I was a bit anxious about who I'd be living with but the more and more I think about it all I can say is [Poor language removed] it and try and enjoy myself. Even if I don't make friends with them even though I actually think I will, I'll try at least and that's the best I can do, I'll see my other friends almost every day anyway so it's not really a big deal or at least not as big as I was making it out to be.

For other people who think they might've felt like me with all these results and that be it for school or college or whatever just remember it's not nor will it ever be the end of the world. There are always other options no matter what. Yeah it might take u a bit longer but if it's what u really want to do then you'll have no problem doing it. Alternatively u could be like me and figure out that it's really just not for u and do something else more suited to u.

All in all lads let's be honest the education system in most places is bull anyway, the fact that they can put a numeric value or grade value on something meaning u can't be a doctor or a teacher or whatever is nonsense. The best thing ye can do for yerselves is (and this sounds very hippy) prove the system wrong and achieve what they said u couldn't because if u wanna do something then it's only yourself who can stop u.

Anyways that's the end of my long rant on here (again). Main thing is its not the end of the world lads there's always other ways. Also again massive thanks to everyone who offered help and advice when I needed it. Ye didn't have to do it ye didn't have an obligation but ye still did I hope ye all know that you're all great people and deserve congratulations and thanks. It's great how a community can come together and forget about football even for 5 minutes to help someone out. It truly is amazing lads. You're all a credit to yourselves and this great club.

Well done lad. The world is your oyster.

 

[john jako]

Many of you will know that me and the wife had a baby boy born 7 weeks ago now through an emergency cesarean. He was 5 weeks early. 3 hours before my wife went in for the op we were told by the pediatrician that there was a 50/50 chance the boy would come out not breathing. I was shocked. It's a weird feeling when your told news that is only probable. Anyway cut a long story short, my boy was born and somehow managing to breathe on his own. He got transfered to intensive care for three weeks. During that time he was on all type of ventilators and had wires coming out of arteries I didn't even know we have. It was a horrible sight to see him in a incubator and left you feeling like there is nothing you can do.

After three weeks of up and downs and tests coming back good and bad we finally got the all clear to come home. He is fighting fit and doing really well.

The reason I post this here is for a few reasons. I wouldn't say during the time I was depressed. I was more scared and apprehensive. There where times when I felt low however not in a way of being in danger. One of the main reasons I kept my morale up and took my mind off the hospital was by coming on here. The people on here are sound. Just reading the humour and wind ups on here was enough to keep me going. So for that reason thanks everyone. There's a lot of good people on here. You all make a difference even when you don't realise you are.

Lastly the NHS is incredible. The jobs the doctors, nurses etc do is beyond anything I could do. Brilliant people.