Crab arm
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It all started last saturday whilst playing soccer at Pennant Hills hockey fields. I was running down the goal line with the ball closing in on keeper and assured kudos with the goal I would be scoring. As I approached the goal keeper he lunged out at me and to avoid collision I quickly jumped over him and towards the goals. I knew my momemtum would carry me into the side of the goal so as I encroached upon it i put forward my arms to push myself around the steel frame. What I wasn't counting on however was the steel meshing to be loose from the frame and pointed precariously at my bicep. As I attempted to push myself around I somehow became impaled upon a two inch piece of steel mesh that hooked onto my arm, resulting in my body flinging itself around the goal while my arm stayed attached to the steel protrusion.
As soon as it happened I knew I was fucked, I just didn't know how bad. So I stood up while at the same time subconciously unhooking my arm, and looked at my bleeding limb. The steel prong had entered at about the halfway point in my bicep and tore down in a V-shape to the inside of my elbow. Where skin should have been, there was just a heaping mass of purple and red muscle. It looked just like a diagram from a skool text book of muscle and sinew and gristle and skin. It started bleeding profusely and so I just grabbed my arm and anounced about 4 or 5 times; "THIS IS NOT GOOD, THIS IS NOT GOOD." I then repeated proclamations of FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK and started to run to the car, where on the way Damien quickly wrapped his Suplina sweat soaked shirt around my gaping wound.
We drove to the hospital where we had to wait 2 hours until anyone even checked it out, after which they decided it might be painful so they pumped me full of morphine. I had to wait until the next day to go into theatre and for them to check it all out and clean it up. The surgeon said I was heaps lucky having only grazed the muscle and just missing the neurovascular bundle which if had been severed would have resulted in a little crab arm for Mitchell. So yeah now it just looks like a big frankenstein V with about 25 upholstery staples keeping my arm together. Booya booya.
It all started last saturday whilst playing soccer at Pennant Hills hockey fields. I was running down the goal line with the ball closing in on keeper and assured kudos with the goal I would be scoring. As I approached the goal keeper he lunged out at me and to avoid collision I quickly jumped over him and towards the goals. I knew my momemtum would carry me into the side of the goal so as I encroached upon it i put forward my arms to push myself around the steel frame. What I wasn't counting on however was the steel meshing to be loose from the frame and pointed precariously at my bicep. As I attempted to push myself around I somehow became impaled upon a two inch piece of steel mesh that hooked onto my arm, resulting in my body flinging itself around the goal while my arm stayed attached to the steel protrusion.
As soon as it happened I knew I was fucked, I just didn't know how bad. So I stood up while at the same time subconciously unhooking my arm, and looked at my bleeding limb. The steel prong had entered at about the halfway point in my bicep and tore down in a V-shape to the inside of my elbow. Where skin should have been, there was just a heaping mass of purple and red muscle. It looked just like a diagram from a skool text book of muscle and sinew and gristle and skin. It started bleeding profusely and so I just grabbed my arm and anounced about 4 or 5 times; "THIS IS NOT GOOD, THIS IS NOT GOOD." I then repeated proclamations of FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK and started to run to the car, where on the way Damien quickly wrapped his Suplina sweat soaked shirt around my gaping wound.
We drove to the hospital where we had to wait 2 hours until anyone even checked it out, after which they decided it might be painful so they pumped me full of morphine. I had to wait until the next day to go into theatre and for them to check it all out and clean it up. The surgeon said I was heaps lucky having only grazed the muscle and just missing the neurovascular bundle which if had been severed would have resulted in a little crab arm for Mitchell. So yeah now it just looks like a big frankenstein V with about 25 upholstery staples keeping my arm together. Booya booya.