“My husband probably saved my life,” says Ann. When you can’t breathe, your body tends to emit stress hormones such as adrenaline, a potent constrictor of blood vessels. That means sleep apnea also kills by raising blood pressure and increasing stroke and heart attack risk. “Not getting oxygen can trigger an arrhythmia , particularly in people who already have heart problems.”
I’ve spent Halloween,Thanksgiving,Christmas and New Years in an intensive care unit or hospital room.home for the holidays has a whole new meaning. Doctors are sometimes wrong,but when they are right you had better strap on your seat belt.its an unholy ride. Things just happen sometimes.explanations won’t soothe your grief anyway. My wife died in her sleep right next to me.if i knew she would never wake up,i never would of let her go to sleep.it haunts me. How I ache because of your loss, your pain and loneliness. Dear Art, please regain your strength.
He was tired, so he went to bed. Take her to a doctor or a hospital. Take that picture of Art and me off this site, Jam bo ree. You’re hurting my wife’s feelings. A couple of women in our family have died unnecessarily.
I am angry at my dad because I don’t look like him and people ask me if I am Irish. It is like he made fun of a part of me that he is not a part of. I wanted badly to move out, tattoo ranch but my driver’s license was taken away because I was forced to take drugs against my will. I believe that my dad wanted me to stay so he had someone to scream at. Adversity doesn’t make someone better. People who believe this are fools.
I never pursued a conversation or connection with him my entire life. I knew him from childhood, but when he died and he left money to me, someone that never called him once, I had to deal with some feelings. Unfortunately, John took a turn for the worse last July.
I know I feel angry and sad but I’m not angry at myself and I’m not sad that he’s dead, if he’s really dead). He did some really horrible things, and was in contact with some really bad people, and I can’t seem to find any information other than on the funeral home website. I have a number of unreconciled feelings about all of this, and in many ways I do hope he’s gone, because he was a pretty messed-up person.
I said no and the next day he appeared horrified, as if it had suddenly clicked and he realised that was he had done was wrong. Whilst he never tried anything to same extent again he would still pat my bum when he hugged me. Now that he’s gone I find myself so annoyed that I never said anything or stood up for myself but I’ve never been a confrontational or loud person. I was also afraid, that my dad would never believe me or wouldn’t care because he loved my step-dad so much.
My step siblings were grieving, but I couldn’t even afford to feel sad/ sorry that he died? Only after 20 years, I meet the man who verbally abused my mother, lying in a coffin. How could I feel joy, nor grief, nor pain? It was like looking at a stranger, as if my “father” was as ordinary as any person I passed by the streets. I didn’t even know this was his face, or that he was balding.