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So I'm walking home from work last night and waiting to cross the road, I notice an ambulance passing and then cross after it goes straight on. This was probably the ambulance that my drunken brother was lying in unconscience and covered in blood.
So I get home last night, in a bit of a mood because you know I had no money and all my friends were out at Halloween Party that I couldn't go to. Mum cheers me up a bit and I order myself a pizza. I ask where Iain is? My younger brother of 15. He was down the road at his friend's house. Then we my mum answers a phone call in the kitchen, I could immediately tell something was wrong from the sound in her voice. She storms through in hysterics shouting about Iain in hospital, how he was completely pzssed out his face and cut his head. I phone a taxi and my parents go to hospital.
So I spend the whole night walking about worried out my head, full of anger because he lied to my parents and I didn't know if he had been beaten up etc. Dad phones in pretty bad way, explains briefly what happens and doesn't know if they'll come home.
I eventually get to sleep at about 3am. I wake up and my family are still out. They came home about 12 and I just couldn't look at him in the eye (literally as he only had one working, bit of comix relief). He looked terrible... mum said I should go easy as he was in a bad mental state. Crying all morning, he knew what he had done and he hated himself so much that my parents were worried that he could go suicidal if we shouted at him etc. So we spent all day hugging him etc... although it took me about 6 hours to finally say more than two words to him.
Nobody can believe it. He drank nearly a bottle of whiskey or vodka (nobody knows) at a fecking underpass... then got so out his face went to the toilet, fell and smashed his head open. He eventually passed out, some of his friends FUICKING ran away and left him there. If it wasn't for a few sober ones he could have lay there all night and died. When he got to hospital he needed stitches and put on oxygen because it was so low in his blood stream. Doctor told my mum any more alcohol and he could have stopped breathing and would have died. When I was told this my whole state of mind just fell apart and I've just managed to start concentrating since.
My parents are great, they've raised myself and my brother the best way anyone could imagine. Yet the stupid little bar steward drifts away with some neds, becomes lying and decetful to my parents and ends up drinking at a bloody underpass on a Friday night. I can't believe it, I'm angry and sad at the same time. Every time I look at him now I want to burst into tears or shout at him as much as I can. It's just a massive mess. He knows what he has done, I can never act the same way around him again. He's lost every ounce of trust and respect I had for him and it will take him a while to get it back. Something good from this is I think it hit him very badly and the stupid little fecker might get his life back on track.
Sorry, but I just needed to get some stuff out my head. It's made me think about life. When I came in from work last night moaning about money and stupid nights out when my brother could have been lying dead somewhere. Grrrr after a few days he's getting one hell of a talk from me and I feel like a word or two with some of his friends.
So I'm walking home from work last night and waiting to cross the road, I notice an ambulance passing and then cross after it goes straight on. This was probably the ambulance that my drunken brother was lying in unconscience and covered in blood.
So I get home last night, in a bit of a mood because you know I had no money and all my friends were out at Halloween Party that I couldn't go to. Mum cheers me up a bit and I order myself a pizza. I ask where Iain is? My younger brother of 15. He was down the road at his friend's house. Then we my mum answers a phone call in the kitchen, I could immediately tell something was wrong from the sound in her voice. She storms through in hysterics shouting about Iain in hospital, how he was completely pzssed out his face and cut his head. I phone a taxi and my parents go to hospital.
So I spend the whole night walking about worried out my head, full of anger because he lied to my parents and I didn't know if he had been beaten up etc. Dad phones in pretty bad way, explains briefly what happens and doesn't know if they'll come home.
I eventually get to sleep at about 3am. I wake up and my family are still out. They came home about 12 and I just couldn't look at him in the eye (literally as he only had one working, bit of comix relief). He looked terrible... mum said I should go easy as he was in a bad mental state. Crying all morning, he knew what he had done and he hated himself so much that my parents were worried that he could go suicidal if we shouted at him etc. So we spent all day hugging him etc... although it took me about 6 hours to finally say more than two words to him.
Nobody can believe it. He drank nearly a bottle of whiskey or vodka (nobody knows) at a fecking underpass... then got so out his face went to the toilet, fell and smashed his head open. He eventually passed out, some of his friends FUICKING ran away and left him there. If it wasn't for a few sober ones he could have lay there all night and died. When he got to hospital he needed stitches and put on oxygen because it was so low in his blood stream. Doctor told my mum any more alcohol and he could have stopped breathing and would have died. When I was told this my whole state of mind just fell apart and I've just managed to start concentrating since.
My parents are great, they've raised myself and my brother the best way anyone could imagine. Yet the stupid little bar steward drifts away with some neds, becomes lying and decetful to my parents and ends up drinking at a bloody underpass on a Friday night. I can't believe it, I'm angry and sad at the same time. Every time I look at him now I want to burst into tears or shout at him as much as I can. It's just a massive mess. He knows what he has done, I can never act the same way around him again. He's lost every ounce of trust and respect I had for him and it will take him a while to get it back. Something good from this is I think it hit him very badly and the stupid little fecker might get his life back on track.
Sorry, but I just needed to get some stuff out my head. It's made me think about life. When I came in from work last night moaning about money and stupid nights out when my brother could have been lying dead somewhere. Grrrr after a few days he's getting one hell of a talk from me and I feel like a word or two with some of his friends.
Sorry to hear about the situation you are currently in.
A serious chat about the dangers of drinking spirits is in order. (How did they get hold of it?)
No other words to say really.
Feck.
Don't feel hard on him, this is probably affecting him enough as it is. A stupid mistake through curiousity which led to, well, yeah.
Not only did he find out the wonders of alcohol, he nearly killed himself and is going to have to rejudge his friends. He's going to need all the help he can get, don't let him lose you too.
I know it was just a rant to get stuff out, but I guess you need a bit of support too dude, so yeah, be alright.
Just stay strong and support your brother. He will probably follow your example and try and sort his life out. Things will get sorted out if your family sticks together and you all work through it together. Just don't bottle up all your feelings.
> Don't focus on what could have happened, just be thankful for what
> didn't happen.
Exactly.
Try to talk to him and stuff about it - sit him down sometime and talk to him firmly - but not harshly - about it to him. It'll be uncomfortable, but it'll probably have a long term effect. It'll ease him to know that his big brother can talk to him about this sort of thing.
Sorry to hear this mate.
There is nothing worse than a head injury, I've smashed my head open a few times and you feel utterly crap for about 48 hours. Combined with a hangover I think the lad will know not to do it again, and I somehow doubt he will touch alcohol for some time! If he does he is about as stupid as Jade Goody on speed.
I wouldnt be able to keep my cool, i would just go out and get them and tell their parents.
Wow staying at home waiting for news, that mu st of been hard, i would of wanted to go down there and check thjat my brother is ok.
When my brother gets pushed or somehting i go out and shout at the other kid, but something like that, wow.
I hope he is ok mate.
I hope your brother is ok also you and your parents. Must have been a hard worrying time for you all. Especially your brother, although he did wrong it still shook him up. So he wont be doing that again in a hurry!