Discussion in 'General Discussion' started by Deefuzz, Dec 11, 2007.
thank you very much, i will.
hi peeps of transformers world.
new here, wanted to post my 3d model of sideswipe once its finished.
so i need 3 posts to add links...
Welcome to TFW! Robocop says, “Stay Out Of Trouble!”
Hi all. New here, just found the place. Really enjoying all of the info. Always liked the combiners more than anything, and recently discovered all of the 3rd party stuff and am getting a few. Surprised at how tall they are making them now, and detailed. Just pre ordered yes models Vulcan KO, after that I am going for tfm Havoc, I like the way roadmaster tranforms. Anyway, glad to be here and look forwardlearning more.
Hi, I always read this forums but decided to create an account, mostly to buy stuff . from here. Glad to be a Member.
If they can only make a Robocop transformer toy, that be cool.
I can make the face available to download and print on a 3D printer, if you like! You can swap it out with any Titans Return headmaster face. You just have to decide who you want to repaint into RoboCop...
Hello everybody at TFW2005,
Greetings from The Netherlands. I just started collecting Transformers again. I've been browsing this awesome forum for a while and decided to make a profile, because I want to start collecting again.
Sold my G1 collection years ago, but since my son and daughter have discovered Transformers, The fire was reignited.
See you outthere...
I am JoyFreak aka Carbon. I found this forum on XenForo. I am a webmaster and owner of a gaming forum. I decided to sign up to this community because it looks absolutely beautiful and wanted to support it by doing so! I am also an avid gamer. Great job on the design guys! Hope I get a warm welcome .
Welcome! To the world of illusi-i mean TFW2005!
Where you can geek out on your love of Transformers in all formats
In general discussion where you can geek out on other franchises
Mind the rules and be nice to everyone
To get to the bathroom, make a right pass Dark Skull's house.
Howdy! I'm June, and I kind of really love the Transformers! I haven't been in a forum environment in about 4 years, but I'm going to at least try it again! Some other things to know: I'm trans as hell (please use she/her pronouns referring to me), I'm a huge wrestling fan, and I do some music production!
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Hello my fellow Board Members, I know it's been a while, recently, I've been posting here and there, but it's time to become a full-fledged member of the TFW once again. I'm going to ask permission for a grace period as I may unintentionally revive a zombie thread or three in getting my internet legs back.
The past few years have been pretty tough and it's been pretty much survival mode, so hobbies I did take an avid interest into, has been tempered by putting the needs of others before my own. Many of you may remember that my Mum had been in a bit of a decline, she had to be rehabbed in a SNF (skilled nursing facility) and there was talk of not releasing her, BUT we met their requirements and she was allowed to return home. I want to say that was mid-2015.
Welp, 2019 had other ideas. I knew something was up but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Mummy just hadn't been feeling well and it just got to the point we did dialysis together because otherwise, she wouldn't make it through her full treatment. Her vascular surgeon, joked with me once telling me I had a portable office. I can't help it, some of those surgeries clocked in at 13 hours, and damn if I was reading the 1979 National Geographic extensive article on. Whale. Shit. For. The. Twentieth. Time. That. Day.
Portable office it is. And if your Dialysis Center was as cool as shit as ours (#ManchesterKidneyCenter, #FMC) I can recommend a very nice portable Adirondack Chair from Wally World.
Well, September rolled around and things nosedived. She hadn't been hungry and dry weight is a huge factor in dialysis. Quick breakdown: having the correct dry weight means treatments have a better chance of giving you a shot at a better quality of life. Her dry weight kept dipping and she was being dialyzed at what we thought was her dry weight and then she had pulmonary edema because with dialysis that is always in the wings waiting to strike. Before this we had been trying to get into a snf but failed to meet requirements….and then we did.
So September, September, the month I'll always remember….we the entire family had hoped that she would once again get rehabbed and come home but it became increasingly apparent by the middle of October that wasn't the outcome we were going to get. Finally came the day to tell her that her physical condition prevented her from coming home from the purview of the medical and therapy staff. Oh damn it was a bloody mess.
"No one wants me, I'm being abandoned….."
Only more Irish Catholic and with more disappointment. Yeah, Dude, my Mom's that good.
With Medicaid for entering the Nursing Home we had to do what is called a Medicaid Spend Down to get her assets under a certain amount. Part of this was to plan a funeral and generate that paperwork as to have a papertrail. After funeral expenses whatever life insurance was left went to the State, which I had no issues with. But 30K for a funeral. How do I get a party bus with top shelf liquor for the week? Time to rip the plastic off that barely used liver and break that poor bastard in, all the way down the East Coast. Unfortunately for me that was not an option as Medicaid didn't see it as a required part of a funeral, apparently they are unacquainted with the Irish Wake.
So the story of dialysis continues while this is happening of course and in the meantime Buddy's falling apart.
Buddy's left eye lens luxated and we tried to save his vision. In October of 2018 along with an emergency bladder stone removal. Both on the same day. The lensectomy surgery was not successful and within 60 days his eye had ruptured in the rear of the eye and had to be removed during an emergency surgery.
The next 12 months or so we fought an uphill battle trying to keep what vision was left in the right eye only to lose badly. Eyedrops cost soaring upwards of $400 a bottle and they weren't doing as advertised it was time to give it up and we realized the right eye had to be removed in October of 2019.
We are so grateful to VCA Portsmouth, Doctors Mazor-Thomas, Bouras, Settele, and Rudnick. Dr. Mazor-Thomas was his CareTeam Lead.
We all learned about the Freestyle Libre Sensor for use in cats, after he crashed from AVC Manchester NH, he needed dextrose because for some reason he decided to honeymoon, figured out his sweet spot when it comes to the pain meds. Buddy's CareTeam was finally able to collect the valuable data they sorely needed to do his glucose curves without a Buddy that absolutely. Did. Not. G. A. F.
We learned valuable life lessons, when it comes to cats and glaucoma, by the time it presents, it is often excruciatingly painful, and worse, the damage is done. So in retrospect, to honor my Buddy, I am telling you, that you need to have an uncomfortable conversation and ask the Doc point-blank what is his pain level? What is his pain management plan? What's the actual chance of controlling the eye pressure with these drops? Am I using this eyedrop to put out the equivalent of a forest fire? Because in all honesty this is the 3rd Lesson I have been taught by a Cat.
The 1ST. My Honey, My SunBum, diagnosed with hyperthyroid wasted away to nothing. She taught me the synthetic thyroid hormones don't really work and if you can opt for the Radio Iodine 33 Treatment. IT'S A 50-50 SHOT. IT WORKS OR IT DOESN'T AND THE KIDNEYS TANK. DO YOUR HOMEWORK!!!!
2. Suzy taught me, My Woogs, she taught me that sometimes I have to be brave and courageous. That little cat loved me so much, that she wouldn't let go and neither would I; Sue taught me it's okay to stop treatment and ease the suffering, and so we did.
And the third. Buddy was the one taught me that it's okay to let go of a diseased limb, make the adjustments, and given time, recovery can be achieved.
And My Mom, we all just couldn't puzzle out what was going on with the Mummy as far as health was concerned. Her legs just continued to grow weaker. We discovered via ultrasound she had a clot in the arm and its why it was going numb. And I put all the dots together far too late.
November 14th, 2019, I showed up to visit with a turkey and dressing lunch from Cracker Barrel and she couldn't eat it. She had excruciating pain in the abdomen, I thought it was the UTI, which by the way people with renal failure have often, her nurse figured it was the dose of insulin, but the woman who never wants to go to the ER, Demanded to go. I made it happen.
We arrived about 1730, her provider picked her up, and came to speak with me. He sent her out for a cat scan and we were waiting on the results. In the meantime the pain was starting to ratchet up and new IV lines were placed. Husband Motor_Master called and I told him think it's cool and I'll call if things change.
1903 hits and the ER Doc comes over and wanting to know if I'm the DPOA, telling me he's got a call into the surgical team, and he's getting on the phone to the radiologist to find out what all the air spaces in the gut are.
1913 MM calls and I tell him to get up to the ER.
2000 The Surgeon comes down and we argue about surgical suitability
2030 I accept Communion on behalf of my Mom and
2110 she's wheeled into the OR Theatre. And that was the last time I heard my Mom say she loves me.
2230 I learn she suffered a clot to the main artery of the small intestines, large intestines, and colon. All organs were DOA. I wanted to spend every waking moment I had left with my Mom while she remained on this Earth, but I couldn't do it without wailing inconsolably in the ICU.
Friday, November 15th, 2019. The only DPOA decision I ever made was to stop dialysis completely Friday Morning, and it wasn't hard, just one phonecall and it was done. My Mother had a pain spike and at that time I informed ICU staff I wanted her heavily medicated and no longer conscious; her comfort superceded any of ours. My Brother finally arrived from Virginia after driving 16 hours.
Saturday, November 16th, 2019. 17 years, 2 months and a difference of 45 minutes or so, my Mum was reunited with my Dad, he preceded her in death on September 16th, 2002. My Mom passed away just before noon. Saturday night I fell asleep because of my buddies Tanqueray and Mountain Dew.
Honey taught me that it's okay to push for new treatments. Suzy taught me not to be selfish and that it's okay to let go. Buddy taught me that being a reincarnated pothead doesn't mean your former thc levels are going to follow you into your new life and treat your glaucoma. And I credit those lessons because without them I would not have had the ability to cope or the coping skills that came after in dealing with all of the health issues to cross my path when it came to my Mom.
Shortly after losing my Mom, we knew Bud was having issues with facial pain and we thought it was dental disease and we hoped it was dental disease. In between going to and from Virginia and home it was better that Buddy be medically boarded for an upswing in mouth pain we couldn't seem to get a handle on as well as his insulin injections, it was better for someone to do it to keep the pressure off.
Finally came the day for his dental cleaning, while Doctor Mazor-Thomas couldn't find a dental reason tying itself to the pain, but when she did palpate the area, tiny bee-bee like nodules were felt in the cheek, it was cultured, he was brought out of anesthesia, and for the next 2 hours we kept over the news, calling and asking question after question, and coming to the heartbreaking realization it was time to say Farewell to Bud, too. Numerous Inoperable tumors, a cat that could no longer go under anesthesia, uncontrollable pain, the hell do you do? You do the right thing. And then you write the best obituary for a Cat known to man.
Christmas 2019 was X'ed out and so we're going to try to give Christmas a go again this year. My really snarky side is saying, "Well, you got no parents left so….we should be good, right?" Oh. Sweet. Baby. Jesus.
Now I have to clean out my Mom's things and try to process the last 8 years and her death. I know this happens every day but as I told a woman who lost her Mom the same time as I lost mine, we just had a chance encounter in Norfolk, now it's our turn to be the Women our Mothers raised, I think of her often, and say a silent prayer.
Time is doing its thing again, you know, the annoying thing, when it doesn't stop when your world falls apart, but instead keeps on going, dragging you with it, and now it's nearly 3 months later, and you find you can still breathe.
So that's been pretty much it. I'm still trying to figure out the days and what to do with myself, it's a strange world not having to take care of someone 24 hours a day, but I'm working on it and working on me.
Greetings all. I’m actually a former member, Metal Soldier, but have no idea what email I used to recover my account and it’s been years since I posted under it anyway. I had forgotten about the board until I saw TFW2005 as a link elsewhere. Thought I would come back and see what’s new in the TF world. Haven’t collected in ages and finally have enough space to display and collect again.
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