Speaking of abscesses, I've had tooth pain the last few days that's been getting worse and worse. It didn't look abscessed and there wasn't really any swelling, so I figured I could wait until Monday, but afte only getting 1.5 hours of sleep last night I rushed to urgent care first thing this morning to get some antibiotics. The doctor also didn't notice any abscess, but still wrote me a scrip and suggested I see a dentist soon.
Oh, and I almost forgot. Turns out it was just me getting my first (hopefully last!) migraine! I had always heard they were more than just a bad headache, but god damn that was ridiculous!
On average, I get two a year which is both good and bad.
Good: I only get two a year.
Bad: Two migraines in a single year doesn't really build up your pain tolerance to them all that much.
Thankfully, I've learned the warning signs before one kicks in and am usually able to make it to a dark room before the pain really sets in.
"Nope, feels like you jammed a cactus up my cock."
I have that video
I just have the fond memories of dripping blood.
Seriously, I was walking within two hours of them taking bone off my hip for my mouth, why did they think breaking my jaw would mean I couldn't fucking walk?
They kept your catheter in because they thought you couldn't walk? They're not supposed to do that.
I think it's cause it was a pretty intense surgery.
I'm pretty stubborn though and wish they hadn't put a catheter in.
Fuck I'm a pro at surgeries, I've had like 17.
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Oh, and I almost forgot. Turns out it was just me getting my first (hopefully last!) migraine! I had always heard they were more than just a bad headache, but god damn that was ridiculous!
On average, I get two a year which is both good and bad.
Good: I only get two a year.
Bad: Two migraines in a single year doesn't really build up your pain tolerance to them all that much.
Thankfully, I've learned the warning signs before one kicks in and am usually able to make it to a dark room before the pain really sets in.
I don't have the words needed to explain the dread that settles into my gut when I get that spot of black/green in my vision that slowly grows larger and larger, like I'm approaching a tunnel. When I finally get to the tunnel it turns out it's a passageway into a world of nausea and pain.
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I've only had to go to a hospital for myself twice, both when I was little.
Once for pneumonia when I was five, and the other time because I dropped a toy dinosaur into my eye when I was six. Had a great big scratch on my cornea. Plus side on that second one was I got to wear a rockin eye patch to school for a week.
The number of times I've had to take someone else to the hospital is a hell of a lot higher though. I've spent the last two christmases sitting in a hospital waiting room.
I was in a hospital last month when my daughter was born.
You're supposed to have to share a room for recovery, but I guess there were not that many people there and I got to be alone.
Normally, solo room are an extra $900 a night.
If that's all there is my friends, then let's keep dancing
I've never really had to go to a hospital or ever really been to one. I guess that makes up for the first 2 months of my life spent in a hospital, apparently being born 3 months early is very dangerous.
I've never really had to go to a hospital or ever really been to one. I guess that makes up for the first 2 months of my life spent in a hospital, apparently being born 3 months early is very dangerous.
My youngest brother was three-and-a-half months premature and he had a couple surgeries during his three month stay; he's tough as nails, that kid. The first night home from the hospital, he yanked the oxygen tube out of his nostrils (which was taped down!) and has only gotten more stubborn and obstinate as the years have passed.
He'll be eighteen this coming Tax Day; it's strange to think that I was holding this tiny person yesterday when I had just graduated from high school and tomorrow he'll be the same age I was back then.
I don't have the words needed to explain the dread that settles into my gut when I get that spot of black/green in my vision that slowly grows larger and larger, like I'm approaching a tunnel. When I finally get to the tunnel it turns out it's a passageway into a world of nausea and pain.
For me, it's sparks in my vision, like fireflies going in and out of focus. And I agree, there are no real words to describe the dread.
Speaking of abscesses, I've had tooth pain the last few days that's been getting worse and worse. It didn't look abscessed and there wasn't really any swelling, so I figured I could wait until Monday, but afte only getting 1.5 hours of sleep last night I rushed to urgent care first thing this morning to get some antibiotics. The doctor also didn't notice any abscess, but still wrote me a scrip and suggested I see a dentist soon.
I once years ago now had a tooth that was cracked totally in half (after I had walked out on a dentist because because he was working on me without any anasthesia it had a hole in it still, then eventually it cracked) still hanging out in my mouth. It got infected inevitably and for a long while (around a month) I was too afraid to do anything about it but after about the third week...
IT was probably some of the worst pain I've ever felt, I had to
SPOILER'D for GROSS
Separating the tooth a bit with my tongue and sucking out a bunch of the infection...
This worked for a little bit but a few days of that and it just kept getting worse and I ended up in the ER screaming in agony, and they gave me I think Zithromax and a shot of the good pain meds.
When I got my full medical records printed off before I moved, I found a bunch of photographs of various zombie bites in my past.
They were a lot worse looking than I remembered.
I require an explanation for this, if you would be so kind.
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Once upon a time I ignored an infected itty bitty thing for four months and it turned into a massive infection and subsequent autoimmune disorder caused by my white blood cells in a localized area forgetting how to respond correctly.
This led to a recurring series of subcutaneous infections and ulcerative sites much like pyoderma gangrenosum, which, for the record, I do not recommend GIS'ing without a strong stomach.
The scars look much like zombie bites.
Except the skin graft scar, that looks like a square on mah butt.
"Sandra has a good solid anti-murderer vibe. My skin felt very secure and sufficiently attached to my body when I met her. Also my organs." HAIL SATAN
I was in a hospital last month when my daughter was born.
You're supposed to have to share a room for recovery, but I guess there were not that many people there and I got to be alone.
Normally, solo room are an extra $900 a night.
I can't stand hospitals
the smell
the harsh light
the stressed out, dead eyed staff
I have never been to this nightmare realm you describe.
All of my stays at hospitals have been extremely pleasant except for the blinding pain of whatever injury I have managed to inflict upon myself this time.
Just wanted to say that morphine by IV made me vomit everywhere.
And vomiting after having your chest cracked open hours earlier kind of sucks
The hospital I went to in Florida for my most recent kidney stone was wonderful. The nurse gave me the anti-vomiting shit immediately. She followed it up with an anti-inflamitory injection.
Then she gave me the morphine... except it wasn't morphine, it was the next step up from that whose name I can't remember because I immediately fell asleep after I was given it.
Just wanted to say that morphine by IV made me vomit everywhere.
And vomiting after having your chest cracked open hours earlier kind of sucks
The hospital I went to in Florida for my most recent kidney stone was wonderful. The nurse gave me the anti-vomiting shit immediately. She followed it up with an anti-inflamitory injection.
Then she gave me the morphine... except it wasn't morphine, it was the next step up from that whose name I can't remember because I immediately fell asleep after I was given it.
Thank you, nurse, for not fucking around.
Fentanyl? The stuff where you have to wear gloves when you're touching the reverse of the patch or your hands go numb?
Just wanted to say that morphine by IV made me vomit everywhere.
And vomiting after having your chest cracked open hours earlier kind of sucks
The hospital I went to in Florida for my most recent kidney stone was wonderful. The nurse gave me the anti-vomiting shit immediately. She followed it up with an anti-inflamitory injection.
Then she gave me the morphine... except it wasn't morphine, it was the next step up from that whose name I can't remember because I immediately fell asleep after I was given it.
Thank you, nurse, for not fucking around.
Fentanyl? The stuff where you have to wear gloves when you're touching the reverse of the patch or your hands go numb?
No, I think it was just a concentrated form of morphine.
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When I got my stitches for the fight I lost with tuna fish, the doctor at the ER tried to tell me I should go to a different hospital because "it would be very expensive to stay here." So I was like, "How much?" and he answered, "200,000 won" which is the equivalent of under 200 USD
And I was like
HAHAHAH no it's fine just sew it up here
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And that was without insurance because I was no longer a resident alien
"Sandra has a good solid anti-murderer vibe. My skin felt very secure and sufficiently attached to my body when I met her. Also my organs." HAIL SATAN
"Nope, feels like you jammed a cactus up my cock."
We had minor earthquake here (well, not here, but Oklahoma, but we could feel it here) a couple years ago. My wife was putting in a catheter as it happened. Both she and the patient had no idea there was an earthquake until after she was done all the other nurses and patients freaking out in the hall from it. Steady hands.
I had to go to the ER twice last year and it sucked. The nurse fucked up on putting in my IV twice and then messed up when he took my blood so he took like 10 viles and almost made me pass out. Then they also messed up like 5 times when they gave me a catheder for some test >.<
I was in a hospital last month when my daughter was born.
You're supposed to have to share a room for recovery, but I guess there were not that many people there and I got to be alone.
Normally, solo room are an extra $900 a night.
How much??????????
There was a reason I didn't sign up for the solo room. I wasn't impressed with the place. Great people, nurses and doctors. But no lactation consultant and the extra charge for solo rooms.
If that's all there is my friends, then let's keep dancing
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I've only had to go to a hospital for myself twice, both when I was little.
Sometimes I forget that normal people don't visit hospitals on the regular and get really surprised and a little confused by statements like this.
In return I read all these hospital stories and just think man hospitals sound like the exact opposite environment you would want to be in when trying to not die and stuff.
Also they totally sound pretty scary but its probably just cause you tend to hear the bad hospital stories and not the good ones.
Last time I went to a hospital for something that was wrong with me was... back in 2006 I think. Felt like I'd sprained my ankle really badly, which I knew was bullshit because the only exercise I'd been doing was swimming. Figured I'd kicked something in my sleep, wouldn't have been the first time. A couple days later it still felt like shit and there was some swelling, so I figured it was a spider bite. Three days later my foot was the size of a football (the American sort), bright pink and totally impossible to walk on. Turns out I had cellulitis (don't look that up in GIS) without any kind of wound, which the doctor thought was fascinating. I was less impressed because I had to move across campus from temporary housing into a real dorm room and nobody was willing to help because midterms.
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Just wanted to say that morphine by IV made me vomit everywhere.
And vomiting after having your chest cracked open hours earlier kind of sucks
The hospital I went to in Florida for my most recent kidney stone was wonderful. The nurse gave me the anti-vomiting shit immediately. She followed it up with an anti-inflamitory injection.
Then she gave me the morphine... except it wasn't morphine, it was the next step up from that whose name I can't remember because I immediately fell asleep after I was given it.
Thank you, nurse, for not fucking around.
Fentanyl? The stuff where you have to wear gloves when you're touching the reverse of the patch or your hands go numb?
No, I think it was just a concentrated form of morphine.
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On average, I get two a year which is both good and bad.
Good: I only get two a year.
Bad: Two migraines in a single year doesn't really build up your pain tolerance to them all that much.
Thankfully, I've learned the warning signs before one kicks in and am usually able to make it to a dark room before the pain really sets in.
I think it's cause it was a pretty intense surgery.
I'm pretty stubborn though and wish they hadn't put a catheter in.
Fuck I'm a pro at surgeries, I've had like 17.
I don't have the words needed to explain the dread that settles into my gut when I get that spot of black/green in my vision that slowly grows larger and larger, like I'm approaching a tunnel. When I finally get to the tunnel it turns out it's a passageway into a world of nausea and pain.
Once for pneumonia when I was five, and the other time because I dropped a toy dinosaur into my eye when I was six. Had a great big scratch on my cornea. Plus side on that second one was I got to wear a rockin eye patch to school for a week.
The number of times I've had to take someone else to the hospital is a hell of a lot higher though. I've spent the last two christmases sitting in a hospital waiting room.
You're supposed to have to share a room for recovery, but I guess there were not that many people there and I got to be alone.
Normally, solo room are an extra $900 a night.
My youngest brother was three-and-a-half months premature and he had a couple surgeries during his three month stay; he's tough as nails, that kid. The first night home from the hospital, he yanked the oxygen tube out of his nostrils (which was taped down!) and has only gotten more stubborn and obstinate as the years have passed.
He'll be eighteen this coming Tax Day; it's strange to think that I was holding this tiny person yesterday when I had just graduated from high school and tomorrow he'll be the same age I was back then.
Pretty soon, he'll be able to kick my ass.
For me, it's sparks in my vision, like fireflies going in and out of focus. And I agree, there are no real words to describe the dread.
I once years ago now had a tooth that was cracked totally in half (after I had walked out on a dentist because because he was working on me without any anasthesia it had a hole in it still, then eventually it cracked) still hanging out in my mouth. It got infected inevitably and for a long while (around a month) I was too afraid to do anything about it but after about the third week...
IT was probably some of the worst pain I've ever felt, I had to
SPOILER'D for GROSS
This worked for a little bit but a few days of that and it just kept getting worse and I ended up in the ER screaming in agony, and they gave me I think Zithromax and a shot of the good pain meds.
The dentist was all, "Wow, I have never seen anything like that before. I bet that feels way better now."
All my dad could do was whimper a little.
Or at least the people who tend to be drawn to working in them, from my experience volunteering in them.
They were a lot worse looking than I remembered.
"Sandra has a good solid anti-murderer vibe. My skin felt very secure and sufficiently attached to my body when I met her. Also my organs." HAIL SATAN
I require an explanation for this, if you would be so kind.
This led to a recurring series of subcutaneous infections and ulcerative sites much like pyoderma gangrenosum, which, for the record, I do not recommend GIS'ing without a strong stomach.
The scars look much like zombie bites.
Except the skin graft scar, that looks like a square on mah butt.
"Sandra has a good solid anti-murderer vibe. My skin felt very secure and sufficiently attached to my body when I met her. Also my organs." HAIL SATAN
Sometimes I forget that normal people don't visit hospitals on the regular and get really surprised and a little confused by statements like this.
How much??????????
I have never been to this nightmare realm you describe.
All of my stays at hospitals have been extremely pleasant except for the blinding pain of whatever injury I have managed to inflict upon myself this time.
The hospital I went to in Florida for my most recent kidney stone was wonderful. The nurse gave me the anti-vomiting shit immediately. She followed it up with an anti-inflamitory injection.
Then she gave me the morphine... except it wasn't morphine, it was the next step up from that whose name I can't remember because I immediately fell asleep after I was given it.
Thank you, nurse, for not fucking around.
Fentanyl? The stuff where you have to wear gloves when you're touching the reverse of the patch or your hands go numb?
Like, Getting a saline and being left alone in a room for 8 hours, only to be told it was nothing and get booted out the door with a 5000 dollar bill.
Literally, just a IV Saline. no tests, no drugs, and maybe 5 minutes of total doctor time.
Saline must have been made with water from mars or something, I guess.
No, I think it was just a concentrated form of morphine.
And I was like
HAHAHAH no it's fine just sew it up here
"Sandra has a good solid anti-murderer vibe. My skin felt very secure and sufficiently attached to my body when I met her. Also my organs." HAIL SATAN
"Sandra has a good solid anti-murderer vibe. My skin felt very secure and sufficiently attached to my body when I met her. Also my organs." HAIL SATAN
10 bucks for a visit and a pile of medicine and vitamins.
"Sandra has a good solid anti-murderer vibe. My skin felt very secure and sufficiently attached to my body when I met her. Also my organs." HAIL SATAN
We had minor earthquake here (well, not here, but Oklahoma, but we could feel it here) a couple years ago. My wife was putting in a catheter as it happened. Both she and the patient had no idea there was an earthquake until after she was done all the other nurses and patients freaking out in the hall from it. Steady hands.
Remember, socialised healthcare is the devil!
In return I read all these hospital stories and just think man hospitals sound like the exact opposite environment you would want to be in when trying to not die and stuff.
Also they totally sound pretty scary but its probably just cause you tend to hear the bad hospital stories and not the good ones.
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Satans..... hints.....
I know they are about different things, but I think the thread titles got me and I thought this was Munkus' thread with the title changed
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