What is the biggest challenge you have ever faced?

[Rogero]

Waking up a year ago in tremendous pain. The doctors still have not agreed the cause. The pain was so great for months that I if I managed to get to sleep I did not want to wake up. After lots if tests they found I have prostate cancer but the pain is nothing to do with the cancer. I have had to give up a job I loved so I am not working. The medication is twice as strong as morphine and sometimes does not touch the pain. I log into NSC many times a day for company although I am blessed with great friends and family. Things have got better lately but this the worst I have felt in my life.
It is only the the success of the Albion that keeps me going!!

 

[Goldstone1976]

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[Herr Tubthumper]

A drunken assault, first offence but its there in black and white. I'll give it a go, I have nothing to lose. Thanks for your advice.

And over time is will be spent so you can forget about it in general.

I'm not sure which of the paths to sobriety you took but I have met a couple of people which have been through the 12 step thing and I have to say they are 2 of the more rounded, measured and considerate people I have met. If anything I'd prefer to employ people who have had a few issues but managed to demonstrate they have overcome them. I'm aware there is a community of Seagulls supporters in recovery on this site, maybe you can talk to them about your work issue as there must be some similar cases with them.

Good luck.

 

[in the sticks]

Where in the sticks are you?

I'm in the New Forest.

 

[in the sticks]

And over time is will be spent so you can forget about it in general.

I'm not sure which of the paths to sobriety you took but I have met a couple of people which have been through the 12 step thing and I have to say they are 2 of the more rounded, measured and considerate people I have met. If anything I'd prefer to employ people who have had a few issues but managed to demonstrate they have overcome them. I'm aware there is a community of Seagulls supporters in recovery on this site, maybe you can talk to them about your work issue as there must be some similar cases with them.

Good luck.

Thank you, I'm doing the steps but find another programme also helps, it's a battle at times but I know I have to continue to have any quality of life at all. Have been to some agencies today and didn't mention the conviction and they may have something for me next week, so fingers crossed and hopefully another turning point before the New Year. Once again thank you.

 

[El Sid]

Going to the neurologist 3 weeks ago and finding out that me and Billy Connolly have something in common apart from being hilarious.

 

[Meade's Ball]

At a concert a few nights ago, my tearducts wished to swell and split themselves wide open. Twas a song by The New Pornographers and the choruses, after gentle verses, were the tenderest utterances of, for me, both the real world's humans pleased for me to not have completely died, and the undamaged elements of my inner self applauding each part that repaired itself over so much time. It struck me. We thought we lost you, they kept saying. Sadly, the wells that store my weeping poisons had long dried, and the soft pounding of my heart was all I physically had to emote with.

Each year, on November 4th, an unshakeable reminiscence opens a trapdoor for me to stumble back into a two-month-long dourness I'd much prefer to have come and go in a flash. 9 and a bit years have now passed since that fateful night of hit-and-runnery, but I don't yet seem to be able to get fully over it. I now feel unbothered by the partial deafness and the sunken shoulder from its breaking and the lessening of taste on a slightly deadened tongue and the lack of feeling down my right hand side, but I do not seem to all the time move beyond what is the gooey swamp that once was my left temporal lobe. It's never quite some speech of this is what I could've been, the me before due for medals and glory and a squadron of eager female pleasers begging for me to autograph their parts. I was never to be something to remember, but perhaps I was to be something with enough skill of word and mind to play around atop the lasting sadness for all beneath to be momentarily quelled or quietened. Instead now I am intellectually breathless and the keg of my diminished capabilities I sometimes hear creaking within, a wispy slither of poeticism and progress an echo in its deepest and unmappable innards. I hate that it happened and left me as this right now.

This year I've taken up the piano though, to attempt to allow myself a potentially new course of learning. For the most part it's beneficial. Great to play and remind me that there are alternatives, even if the words of those I can't remember neatly or express as I'd hope. I'll try to find courage for new avenues also, whilst for a seeming eternity my cavitied brain regrows.

Maybe in another 9 years, when the post-runover me, the one I seem to sadly be at one with best, will be adult, I'll find a way out of it this sort of addiction. For now, I'll have to grin and bear it through Christmas until that new year feeling comes rushing in with undrowned possibility. And work out a way for next November not to jab me so.

 

[Ernest]

Finding out I have an incurable and degenerative condition and then finding out my ex employers were the biggest bunch of c*nts that ever walked on this planet

 

[spence]

Finding out I have an incurable and degenerative condition and then finding out my ex employers were the biggest bunch of c*nts that ever walked on this planet

You don't walk for BR no more?

 

[Ernest]

You don't walk for BR no more?

Nope retired now

 

[Peter Grummit]

A very sobering thread.

Puts all the daft binfests on here in their place.

PG