mrFDNY
<font color=red>I'll be back mrFDNY. I have my ey
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so tomorrow is the day that 4 years ago i was rushed to the hospital in critical condition and not expected to live.The story below is 100% true and sad.Every day after that, every trip to disney after that is a gift!
Well it was a sunny,bright morning i awake around 7 am,the date april 1st 2002.After not feeling so great for about a week,today i felt much worse and thought that maybe i would go see my own dr later in the day.To be honest i never felt like this before and i think i knew something was terrible wrong,but i felt i was over reacting a little.Who knew i was dead right and very,very sick even near death.I decided to take a drive to my folks house a mile or so away also in brookyn my mom was in the process of leaving my dad,something i knew was comming for a while.no shocker there,they haven't sleep in the same room for the past 3 years together.I wanted to take ds with me but he did not want to go.now i'm glad he did not I would arrive at my moms house at 8,the first 911 call would go out from her house at 8:30 am.I remember feeling faint and sick,running into the bathroom and puking a large amount like a gallon of blood,and yes it was blood.Soon after still in the bathroom i remember faiting and hitting the floor and then comming around and more blood puking and Pooping blood.My folks freaked out as any would and my dad began to call 911 from his cell phone,not knowing this my mom ran into the bedroom and did the same from the house phone.I have listened to the tapes,one of the benfits of working for the FDNY,Sad to say the least.
A very tragic call went over the NYPD/FIRE DEPT and EMS."all units recieving a 10-54,Serious medical call of a male passing out and vomiting and pooping blood,2nd call now on it and parents say Male is FDNY.Attention all units,this is a confirmed member of the service,this is a call for a MOS(member of the service)needs assitince.2 fire trucks,3 ambulances and 3 cop cars would all race to my parents house to me.I remember a group of firemen walking in the house and 2 i knew and i could see they knew that theyknow me too.Then the paramedics and police.I don't remember a thing after that Not even being brought out of the house.The next thing i knew i was in a hospital,little that i did know it was 19 days later and i just fought the fight of my life and i won.I was brought to coney island hospital in brooklyn,While in the ambulance i was unresponsive and began to vomit more and more blood and began to have multible seziures.
The rest of this story was told to me by family and friend as i had slipped into a coma.
At first not one dr. could figure out what was wrong with me,i was in a coma,bleeding internal and began to turn yellow or jundice.All the first rounds of test showed that just about every organ i had was eithier failing or allready completly not working at all.No one knew why.Every test that cause's this was negative,so it was'nt that or anything they ever seen before.By day 2 and 3 i began to get much worse and quickly,seziures were comming in every 10 mins and i was having 30-40 a day.Still unresponsive and bleeding and now i was no longer yellow,but orange.The dr.'s told all my family and friends that there was nothing else that could be done for me and they would make me as comfy as possible.I got last rights.I had a foley tube,ng tube,tube in my lungs,3 blood transfusions,central line,cat scans,mri's,x rays,i even had a pampers on,just about every blood test you could think of.At one point even drug testing which was ngative i was not doing drugs and a poision test to see if i was somehow poision.One of the dr's at the hospital even called the cdc(center for diease controll)all thier test were negative too.I did not have some strange or contagious diease.I was tested for std's including aids/hiv and hepatitis all of which i did not have.
No one could figure it out.Why would a healthy 25 y/o great looking(ok i threw that in
)in great physical shape guy,out of nowwhere have all his organs stop working.My liver was dead,both kidneys dead,in heart failure,brain failure,spleen dead,even my intestince were not asboring anything and not working right.i began to swell with fluid build up and it started to enter my lungs and i began to drown on my own fluids.Remember i had no idea of this since i was in a coma.Test after test showed it was'nt this or that.All they had to do is figure out what it was to cure me,but days of testing hundreds of test showed nothing.Then on day 14 a dr. figured it all out.I was the first to have this,YAy for me.All the crap i inhaled at the collapse of the world trade center did in fact poision my body.My lungs asbord it and put it in the blood stream,where my organs stored it.Day after day i was at ground zero and finally in april when i had enough toxins stored in my oragans and blood,My body realized that hey that does'nt belong there and tried to get rid of it.Once it could not get rid of it without attacking the organs and blood wher this stuff was stored into.My body went full assault and went for the organs only seeing them now as a foregin obeject and trying to get rid of them too in order to get this stuff out of me in the process.Only problem is that my own body attacked itself in a last ditch effert to get this stuff out of it's own organs,shuting down all my organs in the process.Nothing was speared,everything was being attacked my immune system.
I awoke on day 19,I had no idea it was 19 days later or what the heck i was doing in a hospital for that matter i had no idea who i was.I stayed in the hospital 22 or 24 days i forgot now.My first day awake i tried to get out of bed and fell to the floor,i was so weak.I had lost a ton of weight and strengt.Each and every dr. in the hospital had me written off.Well i said it before and i say it again I had More disney trips to plan and go on,anyway your not getting rid of me that quick and easy.You guys like the rest of my family and friends are stuck with me.In the end it was sept 11,that made me so ill.I would get better as quick as i got sick,but i had to learn to do some stuff again.really simply things,i could walk and talk and seemed normally mentally,but i could not tie my own shoes.And i see now that my math and writing skills are not what they used to be before this.I used to be great at math and now i have some problems with it.I guess if thats the only thing so be it.Soon after i got home,ds would cry if i had to go to a dr's appt.And i had a ton to see each day.He would beg me not to go.He never did that before.That was really hard.I could see that this thing did not only affect me,but it affectied my love ones too.For some strange reason everyone would kiss me on the forhead.
I went to headquters and tried to be returned to full duty,but was turned away and told i was too weak.this went one for over a month.I know they see this kid,learning how to tie his snaekers again all over,and they think maybe i forgotton the job too.I am a liabilty to them.Then one dr at the FDNY told me to try to get welfare and was really rude and mean to me when i was there one day.I filed a claim with the city of workers comp and 3 months later out of work and unpaid, i arrived at 350 jay street brooklyn to fight the city to get my job back.As well as back pay,cause now i was living off credit cards.And once the union even showed up at my house with a box of food.How embarrissing,i was ashamed!Here i was The FDNY and how i ran there to the towers that day and this city,the FDNY just left me to die.I was all forgotton about by them.They were more afraid that i may have forgotton the job and did not want me back.i mean come on i had forgotton how to tie my own shoes,so what else,right?.Thats all they cared about.i was a liabilty.I beged them to give me a test or 2 or5 i was willing to prove myself.No test were ever given to me.I was thrown to the wolves.I sat in a courtroom at jay street,one side my lawyer the other a city lawyer and just my dw and the judge,no one else was there.no one else showed,i guess it's true in the end all you can count on is your family.
It took just under 1 hour,But i won.Not much i just got back pay,but it was put on record that this thing that i went thru was work related and had to be treated as per a judges orders a work related injury/illness.I had a ton of paper work from all the dr's. in the end all saying that i had pvc's/abestous/lead/fiberglass/concrete in my system.All of which was at the trade center and all of which could only get into the system in very diffcult ways except the collapse.I won.I was given 3 different test all of which i passed with perfects scores,a physcial test which i have done better this time around on then the first time i took it to be hired with the fdny.I returned to work.My first day back i drove to the fire house hystricaly crying my eyes out,but tears of joy and i guess tears of everything i have been thru.I felt returning to work made me normal again.I ended up being 25 mins late cause once there i could not compose myself.I walked in and saw bobby,a great friend he ran over hugged me and started to cry himself and well i let loose again and had a good cry.this is one strange thing to say,but this expirence changed me for the better.I see life so different now.My first walk down main strret at disney after this was the same way,sun glasses and tears.I was and still am just so happy to be alive,that there is no time to worrie/or get mad/depressed/sad.Its a weird thing but truly i am happy all the time and no i not taking anti depressants(not that there is anything wrong with that)I just am happy all the time.I love to joke about anything and everthing.I sometimes find myself just looking up at the sky or trees and think how nice that sight is.I never did that before this sickness.
I go every 3 weeks and have blood taken,to date all my organs have healed themself's my liver is a little sluggish but strong and good.I have gotton a little bit of a gut that i never had,but who cares i rather be fat and alive.At work the crews always say that i have asence of knowing when the poop is gonna hit the fan like a 6th sense.they say i have too much energy and seem to do something i never could before.They say i am able to read people and know whats going on minutes before we get to the job.They say i have esp.
Who knows?Every dr. i ever went too is amazed after seeing my results from the hospital that i am still alive.I see that after this i am sensitve and enjoy just sitting on the porch with a cup of coffe and watch the sun set.I never even cared about that before.Me and dw had our fair sahre of fights before this event,and after i don't think we have had one fight since i got home from the hospital.Ds is fine with me leaving the house now and after getting home from the hospital me and him have really bonded,i always tell him that he is my best friend and my best buddy.
Well that's it,my story.And tommorrow i will celebrate my life instead of someone comming to my grave and putting flowers on it to do the same.In the end the dept turned its back on me,but thats ok cause i beat em.All i had was my family and friends.My life is so much better than before. this had to be a lesson from someone up above and i'm sorta glad i went thru it.It made me see life better.So i know what your 2 things your thinking,when's the book comming out and sounds like a great episode on house right?Maybe one day but not yet,as i have not started writing the book yet.but maybe i will write a script and send it to the prducers of house,who knows?And yes this is the true story about me mrFDNY and no i did'nt see jesus or any lights in a tunnel 
however in my tunnel was mickey and goofy. ok just kidding. Have a great day all and remember enjoy life!!
so tomorrow is the day that 4 years ago i was rushed to the hospital in critical condition and not expected to live.The story below is 100% true and sad.Every day after that, every trip to disney after that is a gift!
Well it was a sunny,bright morning i awake around 7 am,the date april 1st 2002.After not feeling so great for about a week,today i felt much worse and thought that maybe i would go see my own dr later in the day.To be honest i never felt like this before and i think i knew something was terrible wrong,but i felt i was over reacting a little.Who knew i was dead right and very,very sick even near death.I decided to take a drive to my folks house a mile or so away also in brookyn my mom was in the process of leaving my dad,something i knew was comming for a while.no shocker there,they haven't sleep in the same room for the past 3 years together.I wanted to take ds with me but he did not want to go.now i'm glad he did not I would arrive at my moms house at 8,the first 911 call would go out from her house at 8:30 am.I remember feeling faint and sick,running into the bathroom and puking a large amount like a gallon of blood,and yes it was blood.Soon after still in the bathroom i remember faiting and hitting the floor and then comming around and more blood puking and Pooping blood.My folks freaked out as any would and my dad began to call 911 from his cell phone,not knowing this my mom ran into the bedroom and did the same from the house phone.I have listened to the tapes,one of the benfits of working for the FDNY,Sad to say the least.
A very tragic call went over the NYPD/FIRE DEPT and EMS."all units recieving a 10-54,Serious medical call of a male passing out and vomiting and pooping blood,2nd call now on it and parents say Male is FDNY.Attention all units,this is a confirmed member of the service,this is a call for a MOS(member of the service)needs assitince.2 fire trucks,3 ambulances and 3 cop cars would all race to my parents house to me.I remember a group of firemen walking in the house and 2 i knew and i could see they knew that theyknow me too.Then the paramedics and police.I don't remember a thing after that Not even being brought out of the house.The next thing i knew i was in a hospital,little that i did know it was 19 days later and i just fought the fight of my life and i won.I was brought to coney island hospital in brooklyn,While in the ambulance i was unresponsive and began to vomit more and more blood and began to have multible seziures.
The rest of this story was told to me by family and friend as i had slipped into a coma.
At first not one dr. could figure out what was wrong with me,i was in a coma,bleeding internal and began to turn yellow or jundice.All the first rounds of test showed that just about every organ i had was eithier failing or allready completly not working at all.No one knew why.Every test that cause's this was negative,so it was'nt that or anything they ever seen before.By day 2 and 3 i began to get much worse and quickly,seziures were comming in every 10 mins and i was having 30-40 a day.Still unresponsive and bleeding and now i was no longer yellow,but orange.The dr.'s told all my family and friends that there was nothing else that could be done for me and they would make me as comfy as possible.I got last rights.I had a foley tube,ng tube,tube in my lungs,3 blood transfusions,central line,cat scans,mri's,x rays,i even had a pampers on,just about every blood test you could think of.At one point even drug testing which was ngative i was not doing drugs and a poision test to see if i was somehow poision.One of the dr's at the hospital even called the cdc(center for diease controll)all thier test were negative too.I did not have some strange or contagious diease.I was tested for std's including aids/hiv and hepatitis all of which i did not have.
No one could figure it out.Why would a healthy 25 y/o great looking(ok i threw that in
)in great physical shape guy,out of nowwhere have all his organs stop working.My liver was dead,both kidneys dead,in heart failure,brain failure,spleen dead,even my intestince were not asboring anything and not working right.i began to swell with fluid build up and it started to enter my lungs and i began to drown on my own fluids.Remember i had no idea of this since i was in a coma.Test after test showed it was'nt this or that.All they had to do is figure out what it was to cure me,but days of testing hundreds of test showed nothing.Then on day 14 a dr. figured it all out.I was the first to have this,YAy for me.All the crap i inhaled at the collapse of the world trade center did in fact poision my body.My lungs asbord it and put it in the blood stream,where my organs stored it.Day after day i was at ground zero and finally in april when i had enough toxins stored in my oragans and blood,My body realized that hey that does'nt belong there and tried to get rid of it.Once it could not get rid of it without attacking the organs and blood wher this stuff was stored into.My body went full assault and went for the organs only seeing them now as a foregin obeject and trying to get rid of them too in order to get this stuff out of me in the process.Only problem is that my own body attacked itself in a last ditch effert to get this stuff out of it's own organs,shuting down all my organs in the process.Nothing was speared,everything was being attacked my immune system.I awoke on day 19,I had no idea it was 19 days later or what the heck i was doing in a hospital for that matter i had no idea who i was.I stayed in the hospital 22 or 24 days i forgot now.My first day awake i tried to get out of bed and fell to the floor,i was so weak.I had lost a ton of weight and strengt.Each and every dr. in the hospital had me written off.Well i said it before and i say it again I had More disney trips to plan and go on,anyway your not getting rid of me that quick and easy.You guys like the rest of my family and friends are stuck with me.In the end it was sept 11,that made me so ill.I would get better as quick as i got sick,but i had to learn to do some stuff again.really simply things,i could walk and talk and seemed normally mentally,but i could not tie my own shoes.And i see now that my math and writing skills are not what they used to be before this.I used to be great at math and now i have some problems with it.I guess if thats the only thing so be it.Soon after i got home,ds would cry if i had to go to a dr's appt.And i had a ton to see each day.He would beg me not to go.He never did that before.That was really hard.I could see that this thing did not only affect me,but it affectied my love ones too.For some strange reason everyone would kiss me on the forhead.
I went to headquters and tried to be returned to full duty,but was turned away and told i was too weak.this went one for over a month.I know they see this kid,learning how to tie his snaekers again all over,and they think maybe i forgotton the job too.I am a liabilty to them.Then one dr at the FDNY told me to try to get welfare and was really rude and mean to me when i was there one day.I filed a claim with the city of workers comp and 3 months later out of work and unpaid, i arrived at 350 jay street brooklyn to fight the city to get my job back.As well as back pay,cause now i was living off credit cards.And once the union even showed up at my house with a box of food.How embarrissing,i was ashamed!Here i was The FDNY and how i ran there to the towers that day and this city,the FDNY just left me to die.I was all forgotton about by them.They were more afraid that i may have forgotton the job and did not want me back.i mean come on i had forgotton how to tie my own shoes,so what else,right?.Thats all they cared about.i was a liabilty.I beged them to give me a test or 2 or5 i was willing to prove myself.No test were ever given to me.I was thrown to the wolves.I sat in a courtroom at jay street,one side my lawyer the other a city lawyer and just my dw and the judge,no one else was there.no one else showed,i guess it's true in the end all you can count on is your family.
It took just under 1 hour,But i won.Not much i just got back pay,but it was put on record that this thing that i went thru was work related and had to be treated as per a judges orders a work related injury/illness.I had a ton of paper work from all the dr's. in the end all saying that i had pvc's/abestous/lead/fiberglass/concrete in my system.All of which was at the trade center and all of which could only get into the system in very diffcult ways except the collapse.I won.I was given 3 different test all of which i passed with perfects scores,a physcial test which i have done better this time around on then the first time i took it to be hired with the fdny.I returned to work.My first day back i drove to the fire house hystricaly crying my eyes out,but tears of joy and i guess tears of everything i have been thru.I felt returning to work made me normal again.I ended up being 25 mins late cause once there i could not compose myself.I walked in and saw bobby,a great friend he ran over hugged me and started to cry himself and well i let loose again and had a good cry.this is one strange thing to say,but this expirence changed me for the better.I see life so different now.My first walk down main strret at disney after this was the same way,sun glasses and tears.I was and still am just so happy to be alive,that there is no time to worrie/or get mad/depressed/sad.Its a weird thing but truly i am happy all the time and no i not taking anti depressants(not that there is anything wrong with that)I just am happy all the time.I love to joke about anything and everthing.I sometimes find myself just looking up at the sky or trees and think how nice that sight is.I never did that before this sickness.
I go every 3 weeks and have blood taken,to date all my organs have healed themself's my liver is a little sluggish but strong and good.I have gotton a little bit of a gut that i never had,but who cares i rather be fat and alive.At work the crews always say that i have asence of knowing when the poop is gonna hit the fan like a 6th sense.they say i have too much energy and seem to do something i never could before.They say i am able to read people and know whats going on minutes before we get to the job.They say i have esp.
Who knows?Every dr. i ever went too is amazed after seeing my results from the hospital that i am still alive.I see that after this i am sensitve and enjoy just sitting on the porch with a cup of coffe and watch the sun set.I never even cared about that before.Me and dw had our fair sahre of fights before this event,and after i don't think we have had one fight since i got home from the hospital.Ds is fine with me leaving the house now and after getting home from the hospital me and him have really bonded,i always tell him that he is my best friend and my best buddy.Well that's it,my story.And tommorrow i will celebrate my life instead of someone comming to my grave and putting flowers on it to do the same.In the end the dept turned its back on me,but thats ok cause i beat em.All i had was my family and friends.My life is so much better than before. this had to be a lesson from someone up above and i'm sorta glad i went thru it.It made me see life better.So i know what your 2 things your thinking,when's the book comming out and sounds like a great episode on house right?Maybe one day but not yet,as i have not started writing the book yet.but maybe i will write a script and send it to the prducers of house,who knows?And yes this is the true story about me mrFDNY and no i did'nt see jesus or any lights in a tunnel
however in my tunnel was mickey and goofy. ok just kidding. Have a great day all and remember enjoy life!!
wow....glad your ok and what a experience you've been through.......enjoy those disney trips and life !!!!!! 
So glad you made it through and are doing well now. You must have had great care wherever you were. 
