If Today Feels Horrible, Here Are 50 Photos To Remind You It Can Always Get Worse (New Pics)

First of all no, it wasn’t caused by a traumatic event. It was a big infection and yes it was painful. Second thing is that a year ago i was still under chemotherapy and my doctor said that may aggravated the infection because chemo really weakened my immune system and my body. My oncologist said that even though my immune system was very weak that shouldn’t affect the bone, especially that much. Everything is healing now and I’m 9 months cancer free.

Long story short, man honked at me in a parking lot. I honked back at him, so he got out of his car and yelled at me to get out and fight him. I drove by him and he literally punched my window out. I thought he threw something but he admitted it to police and was taken to the hospital to repair his bloody and broken hand, before being taken in by the police.

Nobody was hurt and we were able to get towed to family’s house but scary experience for the kids, my wife, and myself.

Went for an MRI with contrast today. During the procedure, I noticed that my hands felt a bit itchy, but I attributed it to staying still in the machine for so long. When I came out and saw myself in the mirror, I was shocked. My face was so puffy, and my whole body was rapidly turning red.

I shuffled back to tell the tech, who initially didn’t seem too concerned, as she told me to just take benedryl when I got home. Things must’ve gotten worse in those few seconds, because midway through speaking, she bolted to grab a nurse. As I was sitting there waiting for her to return, I realized I couldn’t really hold myself up anymore, it was hard to breathe, and it was physically hard to form words.

Turns out I wasn’t far from dying, as I later heard the nurse whisper to another about how she was going to demand a change of protocol, to ensure that epinephrine is in all of the kits. In a hushed tone, she said “That poor girl was bright red. I wasn’t sure she was going to make it.”

These pics are from about 30 minutes after the lifesaving cocktail the nurse administered. I’m still processing what just happened.

Truck in front of me was turning left, I slowed to accommodate, got hit by a guy going about 50. He said he didn't see me. Please don't text and drive.

Felt sick upon moving in - coughing, sneezing, the tingling in my nose I only get in moldy environments. It started with white surface mold and a 2k quote for remediation, then just got worse and worse and worse as I started digging myself.

Yes, we had an inspection - four months ago when we started negotiations. We have learned many lessons from this, so please be kind. We moved in early due to title issues on the seller’s end that were almost resolved.

We are heartbroken.

Had sushi for dinner last night at the all-inclusive resort my new husband and I are staying at. 1 AM rolls around and I'm throwing up like crazy, then it's dry heaving for another hour. We call the resort doctor, he takes my temperature and listens to my belly with a big "oh no" face, so guess who gets to go to a clinic in a foreign land (we're in the Dominican Republic)? Me!

I have a bacterial infection in my guts! My white blood cell count is bananas! We get to spend $4000 upfront because I need to be hospitalized!

Get Travelers insurance, be better than me. Don't know what the resort will do but it sounds like they're willing to work with us.

I live at a dead end street. Rather than back straight out they decided to use my front lawn as a driveway. Not the best looking lawn, but I dropped several hundred dollars to try and get grass growing.

She drained about 3l down the drain.

Mind you, the tree wasn't in the way in regard to the driveway or the foundation, and I never once complained about it other than the occasional smacking of my head on a singular low-hanging branch (I'm five-nothing; that's a really low-hanging branch). I loved having it there despite it constantly raining unripe pecans because it was at the perfect angle to provide ample shade for my truck year-round. Now I have no shade and it's still 90° outside.

The door came off the track due to improper installation by the contractor, and when we tried to put it back on the track, it just popped. I have cuts all over my body and had to go to the ER to get stitches at midnight.

Yes, that is a fry oil dumpster; it’s half the size of our regular dumpsters and holds six months’ worth of oil. Thankfully it was emptied a few weeks ago. And no, this isn’t where it’s supposed to be; it’s actually five miles away from the restaurant after being dragged by a tractor trailer that also sideswiped one of our customers’ cars. And it’s leaking into a creek. We had to explain to the cop five times that we’re supposed to have three dumpsters, not two.

It was a brand-new brownie pan from my mom, in our brand-new oven, in an apartment we just moved into earlier this month. My roommate was having a bad day, so I thought I'd be nice. Put the pan in, closed the oven, turned around, and boom. It took over an hour of wiping, scooping brownie batter-covered glass with a spatula.

Now we're out a brownie pan and a few washcloths that the glass wouldn't come out of, and I've got a ton of tiny glass scratches on my hands.