Your worst Day, please top mine

[robot slipper]

Well, after what I thought was the worst day - i.e. giving birth to my son 4 weeks prematurely - it got worse the second day. Not only did my bf at the time not get his arse out of bed to come and see his newborn baby until about 11am, I was told by a nurse that if I fed him a bottle, I could go home that day (I intended to breastfeed, but my milk hadn't come in yet). I was left with a bottle and had never fed a baby before, so I just put the bottle in his mouth and assumed I was doing it right. Wrong. He wasn't propped up enough and thus inhaled some of the milk, causing him to stop breathing. He was rushed to the neonatal intensive care unit and put on a ventilator, and spent the next week there fighting off aspiration pneumonia (caused by the inhaled milk). There is nothing so far or since that I have experienced that is quite so bad as seeing your newborn baby in a little box attached to a bunch of machines fighting for his life, and knowing that it was your own incompetance that put him there.

 

[Iwata]

OK I need to vent before I get an aneurism. I'm in a routine of School Work and Home each pissing me off more then the last. At school I'm stuck with pot-heads and passive aggressive know-it-all's for 4 hours straight, at work I'm stuck with an deaf manager and the neediest frustrating customers I have ever met. Finally at home I'm stuck with a passive aggressive mother who wouldn't get out of bed when I can just get whatever she thinks she needs. All this and people still don't know why I spend the majority of my time playing Video games or M.T.G with the people I can actually stand to be around.

- The day my dad died.
- The day I had to leave my girlfriend on the other side of the world not knowing when I'd see her again.
- The day my 14-year old dog and best friend was put to sleep.
- The day I fell into a coma.
- The day I broke my hip and required two surgeries, thus spending 3 months in hospital, a year in crutches and life-long complications.
- The day my mother's boyfriend fled with all our money.
- The day I was told by a doctor that I could either be commited under suicide watch, or move back in with my family.

Are we done?

 

[chuckman1]

Hmm I'll go with my very first memory.
I was 3 years old, my dad had a meth lab in the house.
The swat team came and raided the house and arrested my dad and I hid.
Honestly, I've had worse days but I figured I'd go with this one.

 

[TheTim]

This isn't as bad as some i've seen on this thread, but it sure beats yours.

My freshman year i was playing football as a middle line backer, i was on the wrong end of a dirty hit, i end up with an unhappy triad injury (torn acl, mcl, and medial meniscus). and as a direct result of this injury; I can never play a competetive sport again (baseball, Football, Motor Cross, Snowboarding), i can't qualify for the Marine Corps, i suffer daily pain, I can't qualify to be a police officer, and I'll need knee replacement surgery by the time i'm 20.


My life was completely changed because one asswipe on the other team didn't like me.

 

[username sucks]

well, my former friend was literally brainwashed(over a long time) by his crazy dad and tried to drown me in the school pool. he was pretty much strangling me while pushing me underwater. i dont blame him, i blame his dad

...I want to know the story behind this story.

long story

 

[Brad Shepard]

well, my former friend was literally brainwashed(over a long time) by his crazy dad and tried to drown me in the school pool. he was pretty much strangling me while pushing me underwater. i dont blame him, i blame his dad

...I want to know the story behind this story.

long story

I got time.

 

[username sucks]

well, my former friend was literally brainwashed(over a long time) by his crazy dad and tried to drown me in the school pool. he was pretty much strangling me while pushing me underwater. i dont blame him, i blame his dad

...I want to know the story behind this story.

long story

I got time.

i was accually trying to not relive that more than necesarry, and kind of personal, although i guess i set myself up for this by mentioning it in the first place. sorry.

 

[Chanel Tompkins]

I had a stalker in junior high. One semester I had every single class either with him or within sight of his classes. And a locker assignment right next to him. It was horrible, every day he followed me, but I didn't feel like I could tell anyone because he was the junior high star athlete and I was going through my delinquent phase. Finally I snapped when he somehow guessed the combo to my locker and wallpapered it with smaltzy hearts and shit. Had to spend three hours in the councilor's office begging them to believe me about it.

 

[Iron Criterion]

Here's my wall of clichéd story which happened on the day after New Year's Day 2009. I had been seeing this girl for most of winter 2010, and even though she made it clear that she was afraid of commitment I foolishly got myself in too deep. I started to see her as my 'one', since everything I looked for in a potential partner I could find in her. Even though I hadn't explicitly made my feelings clear she somehow knew and text me explaining her own feelings and outlined why I should 'move on'.

Having just been rejected in a particularly horrible fashion I was broken up; but the worst part was that at the time, I was at my parents for a meal when she had text me. Now my parents knew nothing of this girl as I prefer to enter a stable relationship before announcing anything, so I was determined to hide this painful situation whilst frantically having a text argument.

As I had consumed a few beers I originally planed on staying at my parents' house, but having bottled my emotions for what seemed like an eternity I decided that sometime in the twilight hours I needed to clear my head and so I went for a long clichéd 'soul searching' walk home. Since it was after midnight on a occasion when it is almost required to drink (the holidays) I inevitably encountered some less than reputable types. Usually I would desperately seek an alternative route so our paths wouldn't cross but emotionally blinded and tipsy I recklessly carried onward.

This was a mistake for two reasons, firstly they were clearly sat around drinking cheap cider and secondly, having long hair I usually expected some form of harassment. On this occasion they decided to throw random debris at me. I continued to walk on, but one of them suddenly charged me and waylaid me to the ground, before sticking the boot in a few times. He went over to his mates laughing and out of breath I struggled back up only to have more crap thrown at me. I noticed two fairly stocky guys had simply walked past and completely ignored my plight.

I hurried on home now just wanting to put my head down on my pillow but when I got back to my flat I found out by a letter under the door stating that my landlord had not received my rent money for the last two months. I lived in a house share owned by a small local firm so the landlord would come and collect the money himself, but on the last few occasions had forgotten to give me a receipt. I knew I had paid him but had no proof so I realised I would most likely be £600+ out of pocket (with no job).

Sorry about that wall but I do like to vent as 2010 was a tough year for me and residuals of those events still affect me to this day. Reading that series of events in one sitting does make it all seem very unlikely, but it was an unfortunate and true chapter of my life. I struggled with the money thing, though the landlord did somewhat see sense and the on-off relationship went through more turmoil throughout 2010. But I think my character was defined more in the first quarter of that year than in the entirety of my life so far.

 

[feebstalicious93]

I woke up and got a phone call from an old grade school friend telling me that our good friend and his father had died in a car crash after being hit by a drunk driver. the driver didn't have a license either. later that night my girlfriend who was my good friend since the third grade broke up with me cause i am to immature and don't take things seriously. she said that i need to grow up and do something with my life, and make a difference in the world. she went off to college on the other side of the country. about a year later i saved a choking kid's life. so i did make a difference in the world.

 

[feebstalicious93]

Whenever you have a bad day, know that Jack Bauer always has it worse.

Seriously, how many times can things go so wrong in 24 hours?

i love you. so true. they are filming the movie this year.

 

[CrimsonBlaze]

My worst day was a few years ago, when I found out that this girl that I had been in love with was pregnant with another guy's baby and was getting married a few months later. What made this the worst day ever is that she was my FIRST love, so I never knew what it was like to lose someone who I loved unconditionally.

It made my trip the following week a little sucky, but I managed to get by.

 

[Eddie the head]

I would say when I got fired the other day, but I am more happy that I don't have to go back.

 

[Ieyke]

Definitely doesn't come close to topping this thread, but then it was nearly waaaay worse.

My dear friend, who I've known since we were 6 and have had a crush on for 14 years, was supposed to come over to my house one Saturday last November....she didn't show up.
Fair enough, I thought, I have a lot of flaky female friends.
So I talk to her the next day and she says Saturday had just suddenly gone wrong and she couldn't come over, but she said now would be good. So I told her that would be fine by me, but I needed her to give me like 20 mins to go help my dad with something. She said that was fine. 20 minutes later I try to call her...no answer. Txts...no answer... Left her a couple voicemails...no response.
So I figured maybe she might just have reason X for not answering (phone went dead, fell asleep, forgot, whatever). I didn't worry too too much. Thought is was weird, but despite being damn close friends she and I had never hung out or talked with her frequently enough for me to know her routine.
So I let it go.

The next day I sent her a message, gave her a call....nothing...

The next day (Tuesday) I tried again.....nothing....
By now I'm pretty worried, but while my instincts about things tend to be mostly right (AKA NEVER WRONG EVER), I also have a tendency to go a bit overboard in how much I should worry, so I held back.

The next day I try again....same deal. Nothing. So now I'm officially worried but I honestly don't know what the hell to do, so I do the only thing I can fathom, I call the person who knows her best, her best friend (who incidentally was also my first love, who I trust more than pretty much any human on the planet, and who I nowadays consider to be my supreme partner and teammate (insofar as between the two of us we can solve pretty much anything ever, but we only call on each other in dire situations)) and I tell her the situation.
She's not happy to hear it.
She's worried. This girl is gifted with amazing level-headedness, wisdom, grace under pressure, and a 20 year long history of knowing our missing friend....and she's worried too.
Shit just got real.
So we spend the rest of the day basically calling everyone we think might even know her, in the hopes that someone knows where she is......nothing.
No one knows.

The next day we've basically run out of ideas. This day is Thanksgiving. We call her a couple times and and text her in hopes of a response....nope. Nothing.
I go through my whole day having a fairly good Thanksgiving hanging out with 20 something family members and assorted associates.
That night I talk to my teammate again. We're really worried by now, and now we're seriously grasping at straws for people who might know people she might know. I've never called so many people in two days...
Finally my teammate gets a response from our missing friend. She's completely lost it and is working on hanging herself. She texts me saying that she's leaving all her stuff to my teammate (they're like sisters) and that I should make sure she gets it.
WE ARE PANICKING.
We're doing everything we can to keep her texting (her phone got shut off and she could only txt) and try to get a clue out of her where she might be. My teammate is a Hall Director for college dorms, so she knows how to handle hysterical people, and apparently she began to figure out some landmarks to hone in on where she might be (this is Houston, TX, BTW. COLOSSAL city to try and find a person in with only hysterics to go on). And somehow...just in time...my teammate and her dad(who's driving while she txts) find her.

As it turns out, 2011 was basically a year full of people just completely failing her, abandoning her, and mentally abusing her.
Including such major hits as (in chronological and suckalogical order):
*something like 50 people saying they'd come to her birthday party and only 2 showing up
*her dad throwing her out of the house for having the gall to have a job, go to school, AND have a social life.
*her boyfriend (who she moved in with because she got kicked out by her dad) telling her she's worthless and did nothing....because her new job didn't start for another 5 days....and then throwing all her stuff into the street and kicking her out ON THANKSGIVING.

So yea, she stayed the night over at my teammate's house that night and the next day she moved in with me (In related news, including a picture of her: http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/18.352083-Childhood-crush#13949988) and has been living here since.
Had I failed her... Had we not found her that night...Thanksgiving of all nights...I'd never be able to forgive myself...

I'm EXTREMELY picky when it comes to the people who I think are worth my time, and she's sitting right around the top of that list.
Nowadays she's a happy cheery person....just straight up. Some days it seems a lot like living in a Disney movie, what with all the dancing and bursting into spontaneously created songs that she does.
She used to smoke like a pack a day and go drinking every single night just to keep herself sane. Since moving in with me she quit smoking entirely and yesterday she declared she's pretty much lost her alcohol tolerance and is probably just gonna quit drinking at all too.
ALLLLLLLLL of that crap is a direct result of what people did to her....


So yea. It turned out well, but that was pretty much the most panic-filled week of my life.