(Hmm, I never pegged you as the type to follow the crowd-- )
*It's
Deridovely, by the way.
I logged on to reply to this. Please, oh please, would
someone tell me
how and
when I changed the story about my brother's death? (And don't even say Skype, because the only contact I had at the time was Big Octo; him and I barely talked about it--though I Skyped him while I sat in the lobby on the first few days at the hospital--, and I wasn't in any groups.) I only mentioned it around the time that it happened (
May 17th of last year)--there must've been, what, like five posts dedicated to this event in the then-called "Depression Thread," which was merged into the "Things on Your Mind Thread." FIVE posts. Use the search function, and start looking there if you'd like. I'm open for posts, screenshots, ANYTHING that shows when I lied. (There's also the reply blog I posted a while back, if anyone still has a screenshot of that saved in their stalker folder.)
And I want you to post them openly. It amazes me what the human brain chooses to remember and what to forget, and even more, how it alters those memories.
My brother checked into Henry Ford Hospital for a routine procedure to declot the
catheter site in his leg where he received his
hemodialysis treatment, and something went wrong. The doctors ruled the cause of my brother's death as
subarachnoid hemmorhage ('SAH' on the death certificate) due to a ruptured aneurysm believed to be induced in part by the blood thinner used for the declotting, and acute renal failure (he was on k
idn
ey dialysis* for quite some time). I went into detail about this on my blog last year. I have a really good memory, so if I wanted to lie about something like that, I'd know how to be consistent. I still don't understand what the purpose of lying about something like that would be, though. With all the unneeded attention I got for simply being quiet and 'mysterious', making up something about death solely to get more attention would be overkill. I'm a chill, introverted guy; I don't need all that extra attention. Plus, um, it's
death. Like, the end of a person's life. My brother's life.
My family isn't exactly the 'love, hugs, kisses bunch', but death is a big deal to us--to ME; we don't **** around when it comes to death. We don't make jokes about it, we don't take it lightly, and we damn sure as hell don't LIE about it. I barely know you from a red spot on a tree in some uninhabited forest on some island somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, but perhaps you may not have lost someone close to you before, I dunno. But the **** ain't fun. At all. I find it baffling how easy rumors get started. Like, I hear all kinds of outrageous stuff about people on here..with no proof to back it up. I can only imagine how this rumor got started, and what sociopath started it; it's like a game of
telephone back in school. Kids today are nuts.