Tony D'Amato
It's all about the inches
Its the vaccine isn't it? I know it is.
Dame Lillard might be out for the season. (HES BACK)
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It was the same steez on Tuesday, except when I got the the end of my shift and the FedEx guy came to pick up the coffee, shyt got weird. I usually helped him by tossing the boxes to him in the truck; it was a nice quick cardio hit and the end of the shift. However, when I was finished, I was doubled over with shortness of breath. I was worried, but again, chalked up to the season and some shytty weed from a coworker. I didn’t even think about going to the hospital.
Wednesday was worse. Worse cough, and when I tossed boxes at the end of the day, I was fukking struggling. Still, I wasn’t thinking anything more than pneumonia, so I texted one of my best friends who’s an NP and told her my symptoms. She offered to check me out if I came by, but I had some errands on the way home and failed to go.
Thursday was slightly better; my cough had improved and I thought I might be in the clear. My wife and daughter were visiting her sister in VT, and we met up for dinner after work. I had no appetite, though, and ended up just taking my stuff to go. I got back to my friend’s house where I was staying (we had just moved to Maine but I had to finish out some work), and went to bed.
I’ll never forget the time. 3:16 am, intense pain in my left calf. I thought it was a cramp and massage that fukker like crazy, but I couldn’t remember stressing my leg in any way that would result in cramping. I couldn’t get back to sleep, and my cough had come back something fierce, and now I felt like i had a fever… I was struggling. I did have to work, though, so I hopped in the shower.
Friday at the roasters was a day for equipment maintenance, teaching classes, and on this day, onboarding some new clients who opened a spot in Cambridge. If already been out their spot, but now they were in for a workshop and setting their menu. By the time I got to work, my fever was full force. I was shivering with the heat blasting on max temp and power. I popped a cocktail of cold and flu meds and went inside. I chugged a cup of coffee and went to the kitchen for class.
By this time, my breathing was labored. I couldn’t take full breaths, and I had a three hour lecture to deliver. It ended up working, lol, because the women mistook my pauses to breathe for dramatic flourishes. What usually took three hours ended up going for four and a half. They were locked the fukk in. We were drinking so much coffee and I could barely keep it together. Finally, one of the women wanted lunch. I was free. I just needed to catch my breath, or so I thought.
The next couple hours were a bit of a daze. I remember stumbling around the production area, leaning on pallets of coffee, trying to catch my breath, but being unable to. My boss told me I could bounce; I kept saying I would as soon as I catch my breath. I went outside, lay down in the grass. Nope. Back inside, on the concrete floor with a bag of coffee as a pillow. Nope. Finally, one of my coworkers told me to pick a hospital. I tried to decline, but god bless her insistence. I eventually decided on an urgent care closer to my house. We hopped in her car and left.
I realized while she was driving how foolish I was in thinking I’d be able to drive myself home from work (70 miles). I could barely hold my head up. When we finally got to urgent care and I got inside, I was fukked. I asked for the bathroom and was leaned against the bathroom wall for three minutes after having walked the 50 feet or so. I came back, filled out the intake form, and waited.
After a few minutes, an NP brought me in. She starts doing my vitals, and gets to blood oxygen. She measures it and says, “Do you have asthma?” I say, “No.” She goes, “Are you sure?” I’m like, “bytch can you read my intake form?” She said, “Oh, okay, your blood oxygen is 80. You’re going to the ER.”
Stay tuned for part 2
Story time. About eight and a half years ago, after a weekend of drinking and smoking (special beer nerd shyt), I woke up the following Monday with a dry cough. Chalking it up to the fall weather, I didn’t pay it much mind. This is when I was roasting coffee, and I was in pretty good shape; I would cover a minimum of about seven miles a shift while tossing around 70kg bags of coffee. I got through the day relatively fine, but the cough was persistent.
It was the same steez on Tuesday, except when I got the the end of my shift and the FedEx guy came to pick up the coffee, shyt got weird. I usually helped him by tossing the boxes to him in the truck; it was a nice quick cardio hit and the end of the shift. However, when I was finished, I was doubled over with shortness of breath. I was worried, but again, chalked up to the season and some shytty weed from a coworker. I didn’t even think about going to the hospital.
Wednesday was worse. Worse cough, and when I tossed boxes at the end of the day, I was fukking struggling. Still, I wasn’t thinking anything more than pneumonia, so I texted one of my best friends who’s an NP and told her my symptoms. She offered to check me out if I came by, but I had some errands on the way home and failed to go.
Thursday was slightly better; my cough had improved and I thought I might be in the clear. My wife and daughter were visiting her sister in VT, and we met up for dinner after work. I had no appetite, though, and ended up just taking my stuff to go. I got back to my friend’s house where I was staying (we had just moved to Maine but I had to finish out some work), and went to bed.
I’ll never forget the time. 3:16 am, intense pain in my left calf. I thought it was a cramp and massage that fukker like crazy, but I couldn’t remember stressing my leg in any way that would result in cramping. I couldn’t get back to sleep, and my cough had come back something fierce, and now I felt like i had a fever… I was struggling. I did have to work, though, so I hopped in the shower.
Friday at the roasters was a day for equipment maintenance, teaching classes, and on this day, onboarding some new clients who opened a spot in Cambridge. If already been out their spot, but now they were in for a workshop and setting their menu. By the time I got to work, my fever was full force. I was shivering with the heat blasting on max temp and power. I popped a cocktail of cold and flu meds and went inside. I chugged a cup of coffee and went to the kitchen for class.
By this time, my breathing was labored. I couldn’t take full breaths, and I had a three hour lecture to deliver. It ended up working, lol, because the women mistook my pauses to breathe for dramatic flourishes. What usually took three hours ended up going for four and a half. They were locked the fukk in. We were drinking so much coffee and I could barely keep it together. Finally, one of the women wanted lunch. I was free. I just needed to catch my breath, or so I thought.
The next couple hours were a bit of a daze. I remember stumbling around the production area, leaning on pallets of coffee, trying to catch my breath, but being unable to. My boss told me I could bounce; I kept saying I would as soon as I catch my breath. I went outside, lay down in the grass. Nope. Back inside, on the concrete floor with a bag of coffee as a pillow. Nope. Finally, one of my coworkers told me to pick a hospital. I tried to decline, but god bless her insistence. I eventually decided on an urgent care closer to my house. We hopped in her car and left.
I realized while she was driving how foolish I was in thinking I’d be able to drive myself home from work (70 miles). I could barely hold my head up. When we finally got to urgent care and I got inside, I was fukked. I asked for the bathroom and was leaned against the bathroom wall for three minutes after having walked the 50 feet or so. I came back, filled out the intake form, and waited.
After a few minutes, an NP brought me in. She starts doing my vitals, and gets to blood oxygen. She measures it and says, “Do you have asthma?” I say, “No.” She goes, “Are you sure?” I’m like, “bytch can you read my intake form?” She said, “Oh, okay, your blood oxygen is 80. You’re going to the ER.”
Stay tuned for part 2
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BK The Great
Veteran
Why is this becoming so common? Hope he recovers.
Tony D'Amato
It's all about the inches
Kinda doping causing this? And why does it seem to only be happening to nba players?
Oldschooler
All Star
Breh you left nikkas on a cliff hanger did you use AI to write this. I have my own bros story on developing a blood clot in the lungs. Basically he got saved because the symptoms developed early because he was on vacation on a mountain. High altitude develops clots. He started coughing blood. The bytch ass docs there wanted to give him blood coagulants which would have made it worse. He took the next plane over to the US went straight to the hospital and the doctors immediately told him he had pulmonary embolism. They put him on blood thinners immediately. He had to poke his belly everyday for the next 3 months with blood thinners vials.
Oldschooler
All Star
That's not how a blood clot works breh. You typically don't experience physical symptoms around the area such as swelling.
Motherfukkas in here nasty as f*ck, talking about vaccines & players being on dope.
Oldschooler
All Star
They're happening more often because sports doctors are looking out for them now since these players travel so much. Being in a high intensity contact sport and the high altitude increases the risks of getting them at a relatively young age. Basketball players are traveling more and more at younger ages with AAU, college and the game becoming more international in general. Players might be traveling in the summer to Asia to promote the game or play for their country non stop.
I wouldn't wish Doc's job on my worst enemy.
Hawala Man
All Star
Everyone ignores the big elephant in the room until it becomes a common theme. Funny part Dame was pro-vaccine without doing any research and used the same mainstream media rebuttal "I do it for my family I do not want to infect them or put them at risk. Well couple years later he is a victim of misinformation.
Dyslexic, illiterate and misinformed will not bother to read the literature.
The Link Between J&J’s COVID Vaccine and Blood Clots: What You Need to Know
Relationship between blood clots and COVID-19 vaccines: A literature review
Dyslexic, illiterate and misinformed will not bother to read the literature.
The Link Between J&J’s COVID Vaccine and Blood Clots: What You Need to Know
Relationship between blood clots and COVID-19 vaccines: A literature review
