OT: MGoVacation horror stories
Since there is exactly nothing going on today I thought we could share some vacation horror stories. You know, the kind where someone ends up in the hospital, handcuffs, or both.
I don't want to hear about your recent trip to Hawaii, unless a shark bit your foot off.
March 15th, 2016 at 11:23 AM ^
My only advice is to be careful of the Ocean. It looks beautiful but can be very hazardous. A few years ago my niece broke her knee just standing in about two feet of water off the shore. Some wave breaks in certain areas are extremely powerful.
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March 15th, 2016 at 11:35 AM ^
For our honeymoon my wife and I went to Phuket for 10 days, we got upgraded from a $500 a night room to a $1000, the food was amazing, the flights were on time, we had a blast. I got a pretty bad sunburn one day and we had an all day boat trip the next day, but I just wore a shirt like the fat kid in the pool and it was fine. 8.5 years later we're still happily married, have two adorable kids, and still haven't had a fight.
There, feel better?
you post this without a story of your own?
IBD, hahaha, "Hey guys, tell me a story!"
A few years ago we decided to do a mini vacation in Gatlinburg. A week before our vacation I was at our church weed wacking an area that was severly overgrown, wearing shorts. Little did I realize there was poison ivy which before I had not experienced any issues with. In about a day I was broke out all over my legs and parts of my arms, it was quite painful but we decided to press on with the vacation, couldn't disappoint our girls. Got to the hotel, I'm in extreme discomfort, only thing that brings relief is extreme hot water in the shower, so I end up at Urgent Care. They give me a steroid shot and pain meds, that helps but there rest of the vacation I was so miserable. When I got back home I eneded up having to go to Dr 2 more times for steroid injections before the poison ivy rash finally subsided. Worst vacation ever.
I really do need to avoid Gatlinburg, almost everytime we go I end up getting sick or having some kind of injury that keeps me from enjoying the vacation.
I'm not very allergic to poison ivy, but turns out I'm wickedly allergic to poison oak.
I was in California, driving along the coast near Carmel. We were near Pebble Beach, driving slowly and gawking at the golf courses and beautiful scenery. At some point, we spotted a bunch of walruses down on the beach and decided to check them out. We parked and hiked/shimmied down the side of the hill to get from the road to the beach. Unbeknownst to me, the hill was covered in poison oak.
I got it all over my hands and legs. It itched 247 and turned to big blisters. It took everything in me not to take a pumice stone to it and shred my skin.
March 15th, 2016 at 10:01 AM ^
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March 15th, 2016 at 11:01 AM ^
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I'm working in the yard and my dog comes up behind me with a stick and smacks me in the legs with it. She wants to play fetch. After she scrapes my upper inner thighs with it, I turn to her to grab it and throw it. I grab it, look at it. Oh shit...
Blisters on my legs formed in under an hour... Thanks dog...
March 15th, 2016 at 10:58 AM ^
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Imaginary upvote for you Mr. Cash!
You could have stopped at "A few years ago we decided to do a mini vacation in Gatlinburg" and won the award for worst (best?) vacation horror story.
A friend of mine who was an art collector appeals to me to embark on a search for the Holy Grail all throughout Europe and the Middle East. At the same time, I learn that another archaeologist has disappeared while searching for the precious goblet, and the missing man was my own father, Dr. NFG. The artifact is much harder to find than what we expected due to the fact I was fighting off Nazi's and crazy people. Nonetheless, saw some cool things and almost got poisoned by eating a date in Cairo.
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He probably should have gone to India. Elephant rides, local dishes, hardly any Nazis.
Not really a vacation, but I was on a work trip to New Orleans in 2012. I don't eat meat, havent since 2008. Second day into the trip I get loaded on 2for1 beers on Bourbon Street and eat a dozen raw oysters for some reaosn (when in Rome). I couldn't get out of my hotel room for the remaining 3 days. To even think of a fart would mean a vile stream of green liquid pouring out of me.
Last day of the trip, I have to catch a plane. I clench my sweaty ass and walk down to the hotel lobby and lucky as hell there is a CVS just outside of the hotel. I walk slowly over there to get anything anti-poop I can find. The bottle of clear liquid I decided on said to take a spoonful every two hours or whatever. I downed the whole bottle. Got on the plane without a mess and got home. After not shitting for a week I had to go to the doctor. Best trip ever.
You're a vegetarian? I don't think anything could have been more surprising.
Maybe if Brian turned out to be a communist
Well, Hitler was a vegetarian, so it may not be the best indicator of having a gentle soul.
/Godwin'd/
but totally false.
Also, vegetarians don't eat oysters.
According to Wikipedia (understanding that it's a wiki and all that this implies as to accuracy), Hitler converted to a vegetarian diet in his last years. It's - at best - disputed, so "totally false" seems wrong. Also, the whole point of my comment was to Godwin His Dudeness. When you lay upon your deathbed, you won't be regretting the times you Godwin'd someone. Instead, you'll regret the times you didn't.
As to the oysters, I think that the point was that His Dudeness ate oysters after a long hiatus from eating any meat at all, and was repaid for his adventure by a troubling and incessant stream of green diarrhea, cramps, etc.
March 15th, 2016 at 10:04 AM ^
I'm actually a really nice guy. I just hate stupid people on the internet.
March 15th, 2016 at 10:15 AM ^
I can vouche for this. Although, he doesn't return my calls anymore
Don't be a vouche bag.
raw anything from restaurants = bad
I won't eat anything that isn't cooked from a restaurant, especially seafood or veggies.
Every salad bar might as well be a communal hot tub.
so we drive all the way to wallyworld and can you believe it the place is closed. so I get out the gun and force some kid to let us ride the rides. it doesn't really end well. good news: i've got a couple more stories to tell you about our vacations and how they went awry.
March 15th, 2016 at 10:46 AM ^
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Park's closed. The moose out front should've told you.
I have 4 that I can think of off the top of my head, all involving Florida, which I'm pretty sure is the worst place on earth (although I've never been to any of the 'stan countries). These are the two most recent.
In 2010ish we took a trip to Disney etc. This was before my son was born so it was just me, my wife, and daughter. The first day we were there we got to see the last night launch of the Space Shuttle. It was the most awe inspiring thing I've ever witnessed.
About a day later I'm rushing my wife to the ER in the middle of the night because her lips are blue and she's not breathing well. Turns out the tree pollen was so high that it triggered a massive innune system response. Spent about 6 hours in and 4k on that little trip (naturally the hospital was out of network).
Three years later we go again. This time all four of us, my toddler son included, get norovirus. We got a grand total of 48 hours illness free during an 8 day vacation.
I will never set foot in Florida again.
For all of that, you probably had more fun at Disney than most guys. Long lines, garish costumes, smelly park visitors - that's really not much better than norovirus.
March 15th, 2016 at 10:02 AM ^
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March 15th, 2016 at 10:09 AM ^
But I have decent insurance (BCBS) and either the hospital overbilled them/me or they were just dicks about the out of state ER visit.
All they did was give her some breathing treatments, an IV, and some prescriptions. Maybe I'm misremembering the bill, but it was at least $1,500 (the 4k was a typo, I meant 2k). I know it was enough that I was fucking pissed about it and took my sweet time paying it.
March 15th, 2016 at 10:16 AM ^
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March 15th, 2016 at 10:22 AM ^
Unfortunately, this is not true. Median cost of an ER visit in the US in 2013 was north of $1200. This has only gone up. Your contract with your insurance company defines what percentage of that you pay.
Totally depends on the studies/labs/images ordered (which a ton of ER docs will just shotgun as soon as you walk in...).
No insurance? Fuck you, pay me.
March 15th, 2016 at 10:56 AM ^
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March 15th, 2016 at 11:06 AM ^
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March 15th, 2016 at 11:17 AM ^
I was in the ER just back in December and had about a $2,000 bill. All I had was stitches and an antibiotic IV. The ER I visited was considered out of network, so I got screwed.
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March 15th, 2016 at 11:30 AM ^
That self-insures. Once we switched from HAP (which was fucking awesome) to BCBS the costs have gone way up. There's like a $1,500 individual deductible and they don't want to pay jack shit until you reach it.
Every year I put 2k into an HSA account and it's gone by September (wife and one kid are kinda sickly, me and my son are strong like bull).
Year I had my second son. My company switched insurance plans between when I had my first and second sons. My wife had all sorts of complications and my son was in NICU after he was born and later on for something else. Our family limit for the year was $8,000 and I think we hit just under that.
Now kids and wife are on my wife's UofM plan. This pregancy is way cheaper.
March 15th, 2016 at 11:30 AM ^
Stubbed my toe on some driftwood walking back to my Malibu beach house.
Last night of Disney trip with kids about 7 years ago.
Oldest daughter, about 10 at the time gets projectile diarrhea at 3 in the morning. Doesn't tell anyone. I wake because of the smell.
I go into the bathroom, she had not made it and pooped all over the wall. Like a 3 ft x 3 ft spray. Like a bomb went off.
It's a hotel, 3am, no cleaning supplies, nothing nearby.
We just packed up quick then, checked out and left for home at 3:30am.
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I think this story takes the cake. Sums up being a parent pretty nicely.
March 15th, 2016 at 10:01 AM ^
Sometimes for me there's a fine line between laughing and crying, and I did both in the McDonald's drive thru lane as I read this.
March 15th, 2016 at 11:27 AM ^