Let it be a lesson to us all.

A lot of guys have no idea that bacterial infections introduced by needles, knife cuts and other wounds often settle in the the skein of tissue that surrounds and cushions the heart, and that when this happens the result is often fatal. Anybody who watched the TV show "NYPD Blue" a couple of years ago would recognize this situation in the "death" of the lead character, "Bobby Simone," who developed an infection of this sort.

Bottom line: Bacterial infections are nothing to fuck around with. They are medical emergencies and must be treated as such.

Very sorry for your loss, Jay. Be well, be strong, move on.

Bjaarki

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"'Til the weard of the world, stands, unforgotten,
high under Heaven, the hero's name." - Hrolf Krakki's Saga (Iceland)

How long did he let it go???

When i read that i truly felt like my heart dropped, i was deffitnately taken back.

Puts things in perspective.

SACRIFICE

It was the night before the contest,
The Iron Brother lived all alone.
In a one bedroom house,
Made of plaster and stone.

The Iron God came to this house,
For dedication that the Iron Brother did give.
And to look upon the squalor,
Where the Iron Brother did live.

He had scars and stretch marks,
Sprains and strains of all kinds.
And one pensive thought,
Came through the Iron God�s mind.

This Iron Brother�s house was different,
Inside was dark and dreary.
He�d found the home of an Iron Worshipper,
At once, he could see this clearly.

The Iron Brother lay sleeping,
breathing softly�so silent, and alone.
Curled up on the floor,
In this small, one bedroom home.

The Iron God realized,
Of all the Brother�s he saw this night.
Dedicated their lives to the Iron Throne,
And the Iron Bar they were willing to fight.

Iron Brother�s around the world,
Knew the price they had to pay.
They bleed their Iron through overtime,
And rarely see the light of day.

They bypassed good times, and parties,
Each day, every month of the year.
The Iron God felt a kinship,
To the Iron Brother lying here.

The Iron God couldn�t help but wonder,
How many Brothers� lay alone?
And ached throughout the cold, bleak night,
In these small, one bedroom homes.

Just this very thought,
Brought a tear to the Iron God�s eye.
He then dropped to his knees,
And the Iron God began to cry.

The Iron Brother awakened,
And croaked out in a rough voice.
Iron God please don�t cry,
This life� is my choice.

I lift to feel the freedom,
And I do not ask for more.
My life is yours Iron God,
And my body, to the very core.

The Iron Brother took a deep breath,
Then lay quiet, in his eternal sleep.
The Iron God couldn�t control it,
And he softly, continued to weep.

The Iron God sat watch,
So silent�.and so still.
Until he began to shudder,
At the coldness, of this nights chill.

He didn�t want to leave,
On that dark and dreary night.
For the Guardian of the Iron Throne,
Lay in death, before the Iron God�s sight.

RANGER

Its a reality check to remind us that we are not as invincible as what we may look to be.

I hope his death is not in vain and that the people of this board remember this story and that infections of that nature are nothing to fuck around with.

see also- Do Anabolics Affect Immune System Function ?? post...

He will be in my prayers.

Hopefully this shocking story will motivate some of us to look more after ourselves and seek medical attention ASAP in the event of an abcess.

be careful bro's this is a lesson to us all.

4rt

Plates

It certainly makes you think. I am sorry for you loss and hope you recover from this tragedy. Best wishes.