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Oops I broke my wrist and Weaver broke his everything.
Henroid
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A little after noon today, I woke up to a thud in the house and my mom screaming in agony. There was no thought process really. I jumped out of bed, made a dash to where I heard her, and saw her on her side. At the same time my feet registered that the tile floor was wet from being mopped and before I knew it there I was on the ground beside her. She was quick to be in that "ugh, that sucked" mode, which I usually do after I slip too. But my wrist was hurting something bad, and it didn't take long to know it was just broken. It was bent up and wrong. Fuuuuuuuuuck did I panic for a moment because this sorta thing hasn't happened to me in a... well, ever.
The paramedics were swift, and tried to get me to use some malleable cast, but it involved holding a spun portion of it in my palm. That was NOT happening, so they had a pillow on standby. One of the guys was new, relatively speaking, so I was just his latest exam. It was cool though because he didn't do anything wrong. Though when they were setting up the IV in the back of the meditruck, I mentioned that I hate needles but knew I didn't have a choice. The guy says without missing a beat, "It's already in, and now the needle is gone, it's just a plastic tube now, don't worry!" I would've laughed but that was a little odd to hear.
Everything was perfectly clear to me at the hospital, and I tried to lighten my own mood about things over the hour. The only thing that was awful during my coherent state was the x-rays. They needed me to move my arm off my comfort pillow and move it in all the ways that hurt. I cursed and sobbed like a bitch, but kept apologizing to the technicians. It wasn't their fault or anything. Probably the humoring highlight was the drunk "patient" across the hall who kept wandering around and yelling at staff. He got quiet when the cops arrived.
The procedure to line my wrist up was going to involve me being gassed. And thank god because I kept thinking about Lethal Weapon when Mel Gibson dislocates his shoulder and relocates it, screaming his ass off the whole time. They didn't give me the sleep gas though. They gave me acid in gas form. My last rational memories are asking what blood pressure numbers mean, and making jokes with the doctor about the live-X-ray machine.
Then I tripped balls in a scary way.
To sum it up, I was in a coma, meeting angels and shit, and knowing the whole world met the same fate. But then I had a loose attachment to my body, and couldn't move it.But the room I was in was devoid of people, the building even. Mixed into this were UI panes from WoW opening and closing, and a game of Advance Wars DS I played the night before. There were flashes of me being asked questions by hospital staff, but real relevant ones, and I was apparently answering. But no, everyone was for sure dead in my tripped up Neon Genesis mind. After a while, all I could see, and I couldn't interact in any way, was the curtain-covered glass wall in front of me. Only like a kalidescope (?) and twisted to form an angel. Five straight minutes of that and wondering what eternty would be like remembering all that once was, and all that will never be.
Suddenly the trip broke when the lights flicked on. I was dizzy and cross-eyed and slurring. And I had to pee REAL badly. There was a female nurse in at the time, and she didn't sound too hyped up on helping a guy whip his dong out. I seriously couldn't get a grip on my pants, I'd get dizzy moving my head, and I was all cross-eyed seeing double and shit. The head male nurse assigned to me helped instead, and I kept apologizing for being pee-shy and a suddenly-old-man. When I first saw him earlier in the day he was complaining to an EMT about how his day was going to suck. At the time I wished for him to fuck himself. Then I ended up being his bad day.
After about a half-hour of trying yo give me time to untrip, I was taken to a cab in a wheelchair, and met the rudest, most unaware cab driver in my life. But we made it home and I crab-walked like a junkie inside, puked a little, and crashed a little.
I was writing this post up last night, one-handed, and the power went out. Thank Khoo for drafts.
The paramedics were swift, and tried to get me to use some malleable cast, but it involved holding a spun portion of it in my palm. That was NOT happening, so they had a pillow on standby. One of the guys was new, relatively speaking, so I was just his latest exam. It was cool though because he didn't do anything wrong. Though when they were setting up the IV in the back of the meditruck, I mentioned that I hate needles but knew I didn't have a choice. The guy says without missing a beat, "It's already in, and now the needle is gone, it's just a plastic tube now, don't worry!" I would've laughed but that was a little odd to hear.
Everything was perfectly clear to me at the hospital, and I tried to lighten my own mood about things over the hour. The only thing that was awful during my coherent state was the x-rays. They needed me to move my arm off my comfort pillow and move it in all the ways that hurt. I cursed and sobbed like a bitch, but kept apologizing to the technicians. It wasn't their fault or anything. Probably the humoring highlight was the drunk "patient" across the hall who kept wandering around and yelling at staff. He got quiet when the cops arrived.
The procedure to line my wrist up was going to involve me being gassed. And thank god because I kept thinking about Lethal Weapon when Mel Gibson dislocates his shoulder and relocates it, screaming his ass off the whole time. They didn't give me the sleep gas though. They gave me acid in gas form. My last rational memories are asking what blood pressure numbers mean, and making jokes with the doctor about the live-X-ray machine.
Then I tripped balls in a scary way.
To sum it up, I was in a coma, meeting angels and shit, and knowing the whole world met the same fate. But then I had a loose attachment to my body, and couldn't move it.But the room I was in was devoid of people, the building even. Mixed into this were UI panes from WoW opening and closing, and a game of Advance Wars DS I played the night before. There were flashes of me being asked questions by hospital staff, but real relevant ones, and I was apparently answering. But no, everyone was for sure dead in my tripped up Neon Genesis mind. After a while, all I could see, and I couldn't interact in any way, was the curtain-covered glass wall in front of me. Only like a kalidescope (?) and twisted to form an angel. Five straight minutes of that and wondering what eternty would be like remembering all that once was, and all that will never be.
Suddenly the trip broke when the lights flicked on. I was dizzy and cross-eyed and slurring. And I had to pee REAL badly. There was a female nurse in at the time, and she didn't sound too hyped up on helping a guy whip his dong out. I seriously couldn't get a grip on my pants, I'd get dizzy moving my head, and I was all cross-eyed seeing double and shit. The head male nurse assigned to me helped instead, and I kept apologizing for being pee-shy and a suddenly-old-man. When I first saw him earlier in the day he was complaining to an EMT about how his day was going to suck. At the time I wished for him to fuck himself. Then I ended up being his bad day.
After about a half-hour of trying yo give me time to untrip, I was taken to a cab in a wheelchair, and met the rudest, most unaware cab driver in my life. But we made it home and I crab-walked like a junkie inside, puked a little, and crashed a little.
I was writing this post up last night, one-handed, and the power went out. Thank Khoo for drafts.
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Like anyone here doesn't know how to type one-handed.
haha
Did the paramedics give you any pain medications? And it sounds like they tried to use a Sam Splint. They're not my favorite... we use vaccum splints now. The pillow is a classic wrist splint, though.
Glad they treated you well.
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Masturbation. I believe he was making a masturbation joke.
Because we all masturbate a lot due to the inability of your stereotypical geek/nerd to get a date.
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She seemed fine yesterday, but today she's in agony. I'm still fighting her on going to the fucking doctor because she's worse off than I am. She was beligerant instead and wanted me to get my vicodin so she could have some.
Yeah the PMDs gave me a small amount of... something. It actually helped a lot.
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What's masturbation
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That's what I fucking said!
I'm not dying from the pain in my wrist at all. I'll take a half-tablet tonight when I sleep because last night was barely happening. I only have ten total.
Most of my pain was coming from all the wrapping they had on me. Reading some documents they gave me, along with the contact info for my followup, turns out they want you to remove wrapping if your fingers / thumb are turned color / in extreme pain. Which they were, big time. All is better for them. I still have hard splints all from my elbow to palm.
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Use your left hand. Pretend its someone else. :>
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I am finally seeing a doctor today and will hopefully be recommended surgery for my persistent leg pain. He's got a good idea of what it is, hopefully the MRI I got will back that up and it's not like... My bones trying to kill me, or something.
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You broke your hand yesterday dude.
insurance
this post written left-hand only in a moving show of solidarity
Curse you bones and your deception.
You made me smile face, then your sig made me frowny face.
HAH! take THAT with your nerd stereotypes!
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You guys have no idea how much of a horndog I am outside the forum.
jerking it with your off hand feels a lot like The Stranger®.
i mean, er, so i am told.
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Let's all stop jerkin it in solidarity.
And see who can keep it up the longest.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand Time!
One hour, four minutes from "I broke my wrist" to "let's see how long we can stop jerking"