This is The Sound of Your Brain Exploding...
Hole
Eeey
Fuck
So... one of these days i will truly learn my lesson.
What lesson is that, you ask?
When you are stressed
When things are hard
When you don't know what to do, who to turn to, or how the hell you are going to get yourself out of the situation that you are in, there are a few very very VERY important things you must NEVER SAY ALOUD!!!!
1.)How could things get any worse?
2.)I can't possibly survive anything else.
3.)If one more thing goes wrong i swear to god...
4.)What else?
5.)I cannot handle anything else.
In saying these few short phrases you have permanently and cosmically raped yourself in the ass without any lube.
This past week I've kind of slacked on taking my meds and it's been an incredibly stressful week. I started going back to bar tending college so that once I'm 21 I can pick up another job, and hopefully have a bit of spare cash. It is also week two of my new job.
Jymm had surgery on wednesday to remove his pins. Originally, the thought that his surgery was only going to take about twenty minutes and that it would be a very wam bam thank you ma'am kind of deal BUT you know what murphy's law says.....
"Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong."
He ended up being on the operating table just shy of two hours, and they ended up having to put him completely out again.
Somehow, his body clung to the pins a little bit better than it should have, and they had a very difficult time removing the pins. So they had to actually open his hand back up, and forcibly remove a few of the pins.Then poor Jymm's birthday was on thursday. Fortunately his
mom got back on his birthday ( she went on her buying trip thinger) and this was the first time she has been home for his birthday in about 5 years.
Also, a very dear friend of mine has been in the hospital with a collapsed lung. Ultimately, they had to remove a portion of his lung and he spent about a week and a half with a chest tube in. He is doing much better now =]
ANYWAYS, now comes the uber fun part. Yesterday or the day before i had one of my pity party break downs and moaned and groaned exclaiming all of the above mentions phrases...
Today I spent approximately 13hours bouncing from one medical facility to another because I injured myself on the job today. Now, legally, i don't know how into detail i can go with this, but just to be safe all i'm going to say is that i was hurt on the job today due to a combination of misfourtunate events.
So we went through the motions and filled out the required paper work and i was recommended to see my chiropractor. So i figured it couldn't hurt and i went and saw my chiropractor. Now, for those of you who know me you know i already have a pretty badly injured back and have had so for quite some time. So initially, yeah my back hurt... but it always does. it was just slightly more so.
By the time i got to my dr ( about 3 hours later) my pain had nearly doubled.
We did more fuckin paper work and then my dr. checked me over very carefully and finally decided that something much more than what he was equipped to deal with was going on, and that i should most definitely be seen by an M.D.
So he wrote a letter explaining his personal findings throughout the duration of our appointment, and highly recommended that because of my medical history, i have a ct scan and x-rays just to be safe.
So i went to the walk in clinic and by this time it's 5pm, and my pain has yet again doubled from what it was at the first clinic. I was having difficulty breathing and my feet were starting to go numb. Even trying to explain the pain in my back would bring me to tears and i was pretty sure that i was going to vomit on someone/thing before the appointment was through. The Dr. i saw was the most arrogant, indignant, rude man i've ever met. He didn't examine me, he openly mocked a specific religion and it's followers, he made rude statements about my tattoo's and acted as though i was keeping him from doing something much more important. He sent me to only have one small portion of the x-ray request my chiropractor had asked for and then didn't even bother to look at them really. And oh yes, did i mention that he didn't examine me? I'm sure i'll mention it a few times.
Anyways, he didn't look me over, or do jack shit and then said yeah you are fine go back to work tuesday come back and see me on monday... i just shrugged and agreed because i was ready to be through and then i turned and asked him in the most professional way i could, what he thought would have the best results as far as figuring out some sort of way to control my pain. He shrugged and said " oh i don't know whatever it is that you are doing now." and then he turned and left the room. At that point what i was doing was nothing.
By this point i'm on the ground trying not to vomit because my pain is getting worse pretty much by the second.
So i phoned my mum and a friend of mines mum ( both of which are in the medical field) and both of them urged me to go to the emergency room. They both felt that i was suffering from some sort of neurological damage and that because of the fact that I have a moderately severe prior back injury, that i really did need to be looked at just to be safe.
So after talking it over with jymm we decided that it would probably be best for me to go to harbor view just in case something really was wrong.
So we make the drive to the hill and get checked in and yet again, i'm viewed as being a low priority because i had already seen a physician... good fucking job. Because of that mans neglect, my treatment for the remainder of the night was influenced.
So we spent 3 hours in the waiting room being ignored, and eventually were told it would be at least another 3 hours probably 4 before i would even be put in a bed. So at this point my friend who had the lung surgery, comes down stairs and starts raising hell with the triage nurse lol. He was demanding i be treated and explaining why my condition was more serious than anyone elses... it was just really really funny and very sweet of him. Ultimately we left the hospital and went all the way back to pacific providence.
Once we got there, the second they found out what i was experiancing, they put me directly into a room. they didn't even finish checking me in. they just had me see a dr immediately.
He ran a few simple tests and examined me very throughly and came to the conclusion that i have several herniated disks and that if i had not come to the emergency room to find this out and had done as the first dr had told me to do, i may very well have ended up being paralyzed.
So...here i am. in tons of pain, and being forced to stay down and relax.
Moral of the story?
Just when you think you've had all you can take, you get thrown a curve ball to help you be alittle bit more appreciative of the simple things in your day.
Jymm has taken spectacular care of me though. He hasn't left my side.
And my friend with the lung injury has been very diligent about checking in and make sure i'm alright.
I love you both very dearly.
Eeey
Fuck
So... one of these days i will truly learn my lesson.
What lesson is that, you ask?
When you are stressed
When things are hard
When you don't know what to do, who to turn to, or how the hell you are going to get yourself out of the situation that you are in, there are a few very very VERY important things you must NEVER SAY ALOUD!!!!
1.)How could things get any worse?
2.)I can't possibly survive anything else.
3.)If one more thing goes wrong i swear to god...
4.)What else?
5.)I cannot handle anything else.
In saying these few short phrases you have permanently and cosmically raped yourself in the ass without any lube.
This past week I've kind of slacked on taking my meds and it's been an incredibly stressful week. I started going back to bar tending college so that once I'm 21 I can pick up another job, and hopefully have a bit of spare cash. It is also week two of my new job.
Jymm had surgery on wednesday to remove his pins. Originally, the thought that his surgery was only going to take about twenty minutes and that it would be a very wam bam thank you ma'am kind of deal BUT you know what murphy's law says.....
"Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong."
He ended up being on the operating table just shy of two hours, and they ended up having to put him completely out again.
Somehow, his body clung to the pins a little bit better than it should have, and they had a very difficult time removing the pins. So they had to actually open his hand back up, and forcibly remove a few of the pins.Then poor Jymm's birthday was on thursday. Fortunately his
mom got back on his birthday ( she went on her buying trip thinger) and this was the first time she has been home for his birthday in about 5 years.
Also, a very dear friend of mine has been in the hospital with a collapsed lung. Ultimately, they had to remove a portion of his lung and he spent about a week and a half with a chest tube in. He is doing much better now =]
ANYWAYS, now comes the uber fun part. Yesterday or the day before i had one of my pity party break downs and moaned and groaned exclaiming all of the above mentions phrases...
Today I spent approximately 13hours bouncing from one medical facility to another because I injured myself on the job today. Now, legally, i don't know how into detail i can go with this, but just to be safe all i'm going to say is that i was hurt on the job today due to a combination of misfourtunate events.
So we went through the motions and filled out the required paper work and i was recommended to see my chiropractor. So i figured it couldn't hurt and i went and saw my chiropractor. Now, for those of you who know me you know i already have a pretty badly injured back and have had so for quite some time. So initially, yeah my back hurt... but it always does. it was just slightly more so.
By the time i got to my dr ( about 3 hours later) my pain had nearly doubled.
We did more fuckin paper work and then my dr. checked me over very carefully and finally decided that something much more than what he was equipped to deal with was going on, and that i should most definitely be seen by an M.D.
So he wrote a letter explaining his personal findings throughout the duration of our appointment, and highly recommended that because of my medical history, i have a ct scan and x-rays just to be safe.
So i went to the walk in clinic and by this time it's 5pm, and my pain has yet again doubled from what it was at the first clinic. I was having difficulty breathing and my feet were starting to go numb. Even trying to explain the pain in my back would bring me to tears and i was pretty sure that i was going to vomit on someone/thing before the appointment was through. The Dr. i saw was the most arrogant, indignant, rude man i've ever met. He didn't examine me, he openly mocked a specific religion and it's followers, he made rude statements about my tattoo's and acted as though i was keeping him from doing something much more important. He sent me to only have one small portion of the x-ray request my chiropractor had asked for and then didn't even bother to look at them really. And oh yes, did i mention that he didn't examine me? I'm sure i'll mention it a few times.
Anyways, he didn't look me over, or do jack shit and then said yeah you are fine go back to work tuesday come back and see me on monday... i just shrugged and agreed because i was ready to be through and then i turned and asked him in the most professional way i could, what he thought would have the best results as far as figuring out some sort of way to control my pain. He shrugged and said " oh i don't know whatever it is that you are doing now." and then he turned and left the room. At that point what i was doing was nothing.
By this point i'm on the ground trying not to vomit because my pain is getting worse pretty much by the second.
So i phoned my mum and a friend of mines mum ( both of which are in the medical field) and both of them urged me to go to the emergency room. They both felt that i was suffering from some sort of neurological damage and that because of the fact that I have a moderately severe prior back injury, that i really did need to be looked at just to be safe.
So after talking it over with jymm we decided that it would probably be best for me to go to harbor view just in case something really was wrong.
So we make the drive to the hill and get checked in and yet again, i'm viewed as being a low priority because i had already seen a physician... good fucking job. Because of that mans neglect, my treatment for the remainder of the night was influenced.
So we spent 3 hours in the waiting room being ignored, and eventually were told it would be at least another 3 hours probably 4 before i would even be put in a bed. So at this point my friend who had the lung surgery, comes down stairs and starts raising hell with the triage nurse lol. He was demanding i be treated and explaining why my condition was more serious than anyone elses... it was just really really funny and very sweet of him. Ultimately we left the hospital and went all the way back to pacific providence.
Once we got there, the second they found out what i was experiancing, they put me directly into a room. they didn't even finish checking me in. they just had me see a dr immediately.
He ran a few simple tests and examined me very throughly and came to the conclusion that i have several herniated disks and that if i had not come to the emergency room to find this out and had done as the first dr had told me to do, i may very well have ended up being paralyzed.
So...here i am. in tons of pain, and being forced to stay down and relax.
Moral of the story?
Just when you think you've had all you can take, you get thrown a curve ball to help you be alittle bit more appreciative of the simple things in your day.
Jymm has taken spectacular care of me though. He hasn't left my side.
And my friend with the lung injury has been very diligent about checking in and make sure i'm alright.
I love you both very dearly.