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[Jade]

Awesome descriptions guys!

I've nearly passed out before. My hearing got very fuzzy and static-sounding and yet all the more acute. Everything seemed louder. Also, I ended up feeling an urge to run to the bathroom. I got very hot and sweaty as well. Cold water and a cold cloth helped me and sitting very still.

[Zoom]

I passed out once when I had the flu. Pretty much the same as you guys have been describing, except of course I was all discombobulated from the fever and my throat was sore from throwing up.

One time we went out to dinner and I had slightly-funny-tasting mussels. After twenty minutes, my stomach starts giving me trouble, and this escalates until, on the drive home, I can't stand it any more and get Dad to pull over. I puke on the side of the road, explosively, and feel fine basically seconds later. It was bizarre.

Has anyone ever had their heart broken? What's it like? How long did it take to feel better? How did you go about doing that?

[Jade]

Not from a person, but I lost a beloved cat and felt pretty numb. I cried so hard that finally I felt like I was just zoning off. It felt more like my brain was broken; I was disconnected from reality. I was in denial. I kept thinking how much I hated time that something that happened just recently couldn't be reversed. The incident was so close, like I could touch it, but there was no going back and fixing anything.

I was in a lot of emotional anguish for months afterward. I had to control my thoughts and take it off of my beloved cat and focus it onto something else. I was majorly depressed for six or seven months. I loved the little guy

[Raphael]

sort of, but she was a---- nevermind. It took me a fewe months to feel better, and that was with me running some camps for a good long month (it felt more like a year). It took me a few months after that to realize that i don't want her to be a friend of mine. Right now she is on her bounce back guy, one of my friends, and the same cycle is repeating. I moved on and she went right down the same path with someone else. I'm glad that we aren't friends anymore though. She isn't worth the trouble.

[sapphire]

I lost my cat, too... She got hit by a car during the summer after my senior year of high school. I alternated between being numb and hiding away so I could sob without anyone hearing me. I didn't know how to let other people know that I was hurting, so I grieved very privately. I definitely had the anger/denial/bargaining stages. I felt guilty for not spending more time with her. I wondered if she was in pain, if she was scared, if she missed me (my parents and I were on a camping trip when she died - my brother called to let us know).
I stopped writing for a while. It just didn't feel worth it, and every time I tried, I would remember how I used to lie stomach-down on my bed with a notebook and she'd come curl up on my back. I still don't write in that position very often. I dreamed about her coming back, and when I woke up there was cat hair right in front of my face on the pillow. Strangely enough, that made me feel a little better. It felt like she had come back to say goodbye. (Actually, I've had that experience with animals I've lost more than once.)
I still get really sad when I think about her for too long, and when I'm sad already and I see her picture I can't help crying.

[Zoom]

"I kept thinking how much I hated time that something that happened just recently couldn't be reversed. The incident was so close, like I could touch it, but there was no going back and fixing anything."

"I dreamed about her coming back, and when I woke up there was cat hair right in front of my face on the pillow. Strangely enough, that made me feel a little better. It felt like she had come back to say goodbye."

Beautiful.

My dog is almost 9 and I'm scared.

More experiences: One time I was at a party, and we were in the hot tub, and around 5 all but one of us got out and went inside. One guy stayed in, though, saying he just needed a minute and he'd be in soon, but we forgot and he ended up passing out while puking out the side, so he was like half in the tub and half out when we found him later that morning, at 8 or so. I was the first person outside and I had this horrible kind of conviction as I walked over like, shit, we fucked up, he's dead, and then I shook his shoulder and it was cold from being wet and naked outside for three hours, and I sort of felt the path of my life taking a radical turn, and it took him about twenty horrible seconds to come round, the whole period of which I was certain - like absolutely gut-numbingly certain - he was dead and we were going to spend the rest of our lives owning up to it.
Needless to say I've been super dooper careful for people's wellbeing ever since.

[Jade]

Zoom that is a horrible experience. I would be panicking to no-end. Thankfully I've never encountered a life-or-death situation of my own or with family members or friends. My dad fell off the tractor roof once. We were picking cherries and he had pulled a branch closer and closer and closer to pick the cherries and then it snapped. It flicked back and he tumbled backwards and flipped right off the tractor. When I looked over the side, he was looking up at me gasping for air. The ground had been plowed and so it wasn't level and the drop knock the wind out of him. It's a good thing he landed on his back, now that I think about it he could have broken his neck. It was only 8-10 feet off the ground, but still. When he finally got a breath of air the first thing he said was, 'Don't tell your mother', so I knew he was fine.

@ Sapphire -- I know what you mean. I'd have dreams that my cat came back and a few people called saying 'I saw your cat' when they didn't. The continuous calling and getting my hopes up was so damaging. Every time someone said his name it hurt. I couldn't help but wonder where my cat went and what if a coyote got him and then the horrible images of him being eaten came to mind. It was just horrible. I couldn't look at his picture for a long time. For me, the only was I could heal was by not thinking about him. Once a year went by I could talk about him again, but I can't watch his baby videos yet. I can't really look at his pictures either. I focus all my love on the animals I still have [Murdoch & Roxanne] and try to protect them as best I can.

I had a dream once that my dad died and I'm a big-time daddy's girl. The dream was so horrible. In the dream my brother told me the news and I was so upset and so angry that I was punching him in the chest. It was by far the worst nightmare I ever had. I don't think I could function well if I lost my dad. He helps me with my writing; he has Crohn's so he understand my ulcerative colitis. I'm his little clone. I'd be so devastated.

[Zoom]

Aw man, I live too north to pick cherries (we buy them imported, from the supermarket...) but it sounds so awesome.
"Don't tell your mother", haha

I'm totally a daddy's girl too
I know what you mean about being clones; one time we were up in Montreal at my dad's dad's house, and we were playing this game where you have to write stuff down, and about halfway through my sister stands up and says "Look!" and points to my handwriting, and then my dad's, and then my granddad's. They were exactly the same. It was almost creepy.