That's an awesome story, lol. All they had to do was pick up the safe and take it to the office to open it. Humm it doesn't sound like your meds were very safe to begin with huh?

Thanks for the story it made me laugh when I needed to.

Healing hugs girl

LOL, its always so good to hear a story where 'normal' people are as dingy as we are sometimes :)

I was in a Target the other day...riding along the aisles in my blue scooter. I love my scooter, it has a head light, little horn and it does not make that damed annoying BEEEP sound when I back up--like I am some stupid fork lift of something.

I was looking at some shirts and this young man...in his mid 20's...was pushing a stroller with his 2 or 3 year old son in it. The little boy started screaming "TRUCK daddy, TRUCK! TRUCK!"

The daddy was not sure what to say about this. I could tell that he wanted to just die right there. How to be delicate about the situation with the lady in the scooter staring right at me????

I decided to help him out.

I leaned forward and told the little boy it was my truck. I showed him my headlight and I let him press the horn. I showed him how I could back up and go in a circle and go fast or slow.

The daddy was smiling. They then started to part ways with me. The little boy started telling his daddy to go to the toy isle...he wanted a truck too!!! Pweeze Pweeze daddy, I want a truck.

I just rolled away...laughing as his father was thinking about how to explain that to his son.

Sounds like my son! I have to rush him past all the helpful equipment when we get into a store. If he could, he'd try to drive your scooter down the toy aisle! ;)

How nice, I'll have to do some thinking here on this one. there must be something over the years.

I sure have embarrassing moments.......
I had just had dinner at my BFs & had the sudden spike in pain. I'm sure you all know what I'm talking about. Anyway there went my stomach & all of a sudden I'm gagging & running to the bathroom, right in the middle of a conversation.

Well I had to assure her it was not her cooking. Nice compliment to the chef huh?

Another moment in time was right after my shoulder surgery.
I was strapped to an ice contraception in an old pink night gown with cows on it full of holes with my pony tail hanging to one side.
No shower is a couple days as this was directly following decompression surgery. My husband runs into an old friend that was in town & had stood up in our wedding. He brings him home with now warning. I could have choked my husband. I'm trying to get out of the chair, unhook the straps to this ice thingy & hide the holes in my old night gown. Mean while he's looking at me like Wow you look like hell & trust me I did indeed.

Boy was I mad. I'm going to bet that wont stop my husband as he'll do it again I know it.
Sammy

Wow great story. Glad you figured out how to get to them.
This last trip I had mine by my side of the bed in the drawer.
I went to get them and could not find the bottle. I panicked, asked husband if they took them ( bad thing to ask someone ), my daughter and was ready to call the front desk. This is a time share and no maid service unless you ask, I did not.
Husband helped me re trace my steps and when I last saw them. In the drawer. So we got everything else out and not there. Got a flashlight and there was the bottle. Between the drawer and the frame of the night stand.
Boy was I relived, I guess if you don't have CP you don't know the panic of this.
All is well now pain and meds,yea!

OMG, as someone who travels for a living, I have had that panic a million times. Only thing is, I travel alone 99% of the time and have no one to help! I can wake up, knowing that I last saw my meds at bedtime, and STILL lose them! That's the only time I get careless- if I'm the only one in the hotel room at bedtime. That way they can't be stolen, so they're safe, right? Not with me. I have left them in drawers, in the bathroom, in the minibar, and on the dresser. It's a small pillbox so it's hard to catch with my eye. Luckily I've never REALLY lost them, just misplaced them. Now that most hotels have safes, I just return them to the safe, but there's always that one night where I leave them by the nightstand and then go right to the safe in the morning and panic! I think my mind lapses a bit when I'm without responsibility for my son and hubby, LOL!

CP makes me fall down. The worst was when crossing the street on foot at the light, in the dark when it was raining. My fear that the light would change before I managed to get up, many of the drivers would be on their cell phones and not see me. Thankfully I got across in time.

Another fall to remember was the night before my discogram when they had me doing the betadyne showers. Again dark out, and as I am walking my little dog my leg gives out and I land in a wet pile of mud coating me and my dog. I managed to get up and not lose the dog but had to climb into the shower clothing and all since it was such a thick coating. I am hoping I will not top this fall.

Hi Everyone,

Ok, so since you asked the question right now and I am going through my IV steroid treatment I will tell you all my most embarrassing hospital phobia episode.

I had just had my fourth surgery for Endo. and I was coming to in the recovery room. The recovery nurse, bless her, tells me where I am and that I am going to be fine. Then my phobia button snapped and all I wanted was to go home. I asked where my cloths were and told her I wanted my husband NOW! She tried her best to calm me, which is usually impossible when I am like this. Then she made a deal with me she told me if I could dress myself, keep a glass of water down, and walk down the hall she would let me go home. She brought out my cloths and laid them where I could see them, I think just to quiet me.

When she had to attend to another patient I detached myself from everything, dressed, and headed for the exit. I did not make it far....nausea overwhelmed me......and you know what happened next. I made a huge mess in the hall. The poor nurse had to come and take me back in a wheelchair. She was really nice to me, but I noticed I got put into a private room really fast. They also strapped me into my bed so I could got go anywhere, I deserved that! so now you know my humiliating story. All because I have a phobia of hospitals. Not my finest hour that is for sure. Hugs, Cathy

although i have many more funny stories as a cop than cp days one i can think of is couple years ago sailing in greece on a catameran with 5 unkown other couples and they were real helpful with me but 1 day my knee gave out and i fell over board when boat moving sailing good pase good thing i can swim better than walk but funny thing was all them so ghost white turning boat around i almost drown laghing then my husband whom isnt as strong swimmer as me decides i shouldnt be alone for 10 mins it takes to turn around jumps in with a ring and it breaks in half now i have to help him it wall quite comical for me dont think they were laffing

Okay, since you're all leaving such funny posts, I can humiliate myself and tell one more. It's funny but sadly it started me on the road as a CP patient.

I was 19, had a broken foot (it's what led to the 1st bout of RSD) and I had been through surgery and walking, IMO, fine. I was also due to leave for the summer in Europe. I was in a walking cast that was made of strips of cloth hardened by some liquid plaster-like material. My doc at the time refused to remove the cast, even though I KNEW I would be fine! I absolutely refused to go to Europe in a cast. So, my Mom came downstairs to find me sitting on the floor with a pliers and a small saw, and bits of white crap all over her carpet. It took me over 8 hours with a few rests in between, but I got that sucker OFF! So Mom is furious but I leave in a few hours so she can't DO anything.

I leave for Chicago where I meet up with the rest of the touring college kids. I have one tan leg and one ghost white leg, but I don't care b/c I'm soon to be living my dream of going to Greece! It was to be the very last stop- several days on the beach, touring the ruins and shopping. I had DREAMED of Greece and knew all the ancient history & was fascinated by Greek myths. The whole reason I took THAT tour was b/c it ended in Greece.

We get to the UK and I'm doing fine. I made some friends and one very cute boyfriend, and we saw Carnaby Street with all the punk rockers (I'm dating myself but this was 1988) and toured all the places I've now seen repeatedly. But as an Anglophile it was the start of a lovely relationship. At Carnaby Street I had my 1st real pain in days. Previous to this, I had been dealing with a foot that wouldn't heal for 4 months, and surgery, and new odd symptoms I know now were RSD. But with the cast off and as we had yet to do a LOT of walking, I stopped taking the medication they'd given me and took tylenol instead. No one warned me about the medication, which I THINK was hydrocodone.

No one said that I needed to stop it slowly, or even thought to warn me. Being young and well, ignorant of such things, I started wondering WHY I suddenly had the flu. My new friends were worried about me b/c they saw how bruised the foot still was. But I soldiered on and got on the bus to take us to Calais, then Paris. I had been up all night with stomach troubles and was taking Pepto tablets by the handful. The bus driver told us we could only use the bathroom on the bus for #1 and should NEVER use it for well, for #2.

We were about half an hour into the drive when my stomach exploded. That is the best way I can describe it. I moaned and groaned in that tiny bathroom, and unfortunately my intestinal difficulties were quite apparent to everyone on the bus. I was mortified! I had made several friends and one of them, a pharmacist's son, finally asked me if I was taking any meds, then quickly told me I was suffering withdrawal. He told me to take my medicine, and by then my foot was starting to swell and sweat and hurt worse than it ever had. So, partially to save my new friends and bus driver from having to listen to me for hours in the bathroom, and mostly because the tylenol wasn't doing a thing, I took the meds. I hadn't planned on taking them during the trip so I was lucky I even had any on me!

By Paris my pain was lessened and my "flu" was going away. Despite the embarrassing situation on the bus, the nice pharmacist's son from LA who had delivered meds to Cher and other celebs, asked me out for the night. He even let me lean on him as I'd left my cane at home. (I was quite a stubborn kid.)

The next few days were great and I looked forward to Athens. I was SO excited. We toured Rome and the girls were put up in a convent. I had never met a nun before and none of the nuns spoke English except one, but they prayed for me and were SO kind- I'll never forget that. They were able to find ice in August which, wasn't easy in 1988 unless you were rich or had connections. But the swelling was different and now I know it was RSD and ice was a no-no. But they were sweet and it was all I knew how to do. The day before we were to leave for Athens, I awoke to unimaginable pain, my foot was bluish and sweating and I was soon crying. The leader of the tour group insisted I fly home from Rome! He was really worried about me and looking back, I would do the same thing if I were responsible for a young girl with a health problem. Instead of heading to Greece, as was my DREAM, I boarded a plane home, soon to be diagnosed with RSD the 1st time. I went into remission for a couple of years and got it again after tripping over a dog kennel- yet another embarrassing story, LOL!

So the moral of the story is, never defy your doctor (and mother) and never take off your own cast (if that is even possible anymore.)
And never stop taking your medication before boarding a touring bus with only one bathroom! As a Travel Consultant, I take lots of tours, and I never forget the bus bathroom "rules". I'm happy to say I never broke them again. ;) And I've been all over the world in the past few years, but have never gotten to Greece. That was my price to pay for being a brat, and IMO it was a high price!

LOL

I had a bright pink cast on after I tore my ligaments of my right leg during track practice in the 10th grade. I have always been big, and...trying to be "cool" I picked out the pink cast.

Well, after about three days of staring at this REALLY BIG PINK CAST covering my leg from the knee down...in my head, it was the size of a building.

I sat in a tub of water thinking it would "soften" the cast---um, NO, it did not. So now, I have this giant pink, sopping wet leg cast. This is getting worse by the moment. I go to the kitchen and grab the whole block of kitchen knives. I spent three hours sawing this cast and pulling it apart and breaking it and whatever to get the hell out of it.

My mom came home and saw my leg and, shreds of pink everywhere! She was pissed! She said "you have not only ruined an entire set of kitchen knives...you just sawed off a 250.00 cast that you were supposed to wear for three weeks!"

Needless to say....my ankle is still weak on that side and that has been, like, 20 years or more!

Some good laughs here, Pamela i did chuckle at your jumping husband over board, , lol, still he tried to be your hero.
Some good lessons also, Do Not remove any casts. My daughter did the same with her hand & its never been the same.

I was pregnant with my daughter & in a cast. Everything was up stairs & I would go up & down on my bum, My bum ended up hurting more then my foot.

I had to sit & get lectured by my father of how pregnant women should not attempt Volley Ball or any other sport. My daughter ended up playing every sport under the sun & wearing a cast every now & then. She learned in the womb.
Sammy

LOL- so I'm not the only one to remove a cast- cool! And Sammy, I'm so glad that your daughter plays sports. I sometimes have to go up and down stairs on MY bum and my son used to do it with me, but now, at 2 years of age, he is way beyond waiting for Mom!

Surgeon telling me post op pain is break thru pain.

Not that funny now that I think