I had fun reading yours--that's why I did it myself. And no, not too much with the answers at all. I don't know why I'm feeling so cagey today. Usually I can't wait to start telling folks I'm gay.
Ergh, the elbow. Do you really want to know? It's silly and a bit ouch-y at the same time. I'll leave some spaces here in case you change your mind.....
In a bizarre turn of events, I was staying at a hotel and (being a bit clumsy and in an unfamiliar environment) tripped over the corner of the bed, falling on my arm and bending my elbow back 90 degree in the wrong direction. I heard a snap, and everything went white. I immediately grabbed my arm, pulled it back into place, and crawled to the phone.
"Can you send someone up?" I asked the person at the front desk. "I need help."
I hung up and then realized I'd been way, way too polite for my own good. I called back.
"Actually, I'm pretty sure I'm about to pass out. I'm injured. Please come. Now."
But even then I hadn't learned my lesson. At the hospital, I waited for a while for x-rays.Then the radiologist wanted me to extend my arm in order to ex-ray it, and I only glowered at her and said no. (I wasn't moving it from the position I was holding it in, no matter what.) Then I waited again. Finally, a nurse arrived, looking at the awkward x-rays the radiologist had managed to take, and saying, "Oh my god, this is SO BAD! Why didn't you say so?" At which point I finally got some medicine and passed out. They operated at soon as a doctor (a football team's orthopedist from a city nearby) could come. (Later, I saw the world's expert in this kind of break at my hospital back home, and all his interns gathered round and stared at my x-rays, while the doctor pointed out how he would have done it differently. :)
Thankfully, my only encounter with the medical world, so far. I've been very, very lucky. M.
Oh owwwwwwwwww. Part of the reason I was slightly hesitant to hear your story was because I totally bashed my elbow at work yesterday and now it's swollen and hurts like hell and I knew your story would not be a pretty one. I can't believe you had to pull your arm back in place. I mean, I have a high pain tolerance (I walked around on a broken leg for a couple of days before I knew it was broken and I've had an unmedicated kidney stone), but that...that makes me queasy to think about.
And that doctor really didn't need to say that about how he'd do it it differently in front of you! Do you still have issues with it?
Yikes! The pain of banged elbows really lingers, doesn't it? Same with the knees. The body's way of warning us to keep key parts safe, I suppose.
The whole thing was a very hazy, out-of-body experience. Weirdly, other, smaller injuries have hurt more--with the elbow, I think I was on the edge of fainting for a few hours.
Aw, it sounded bad the way I put it, didn't it? The doctor who was criticizing the carpentry in my elbow was one artist talking about another, pointing out differences in style (and technology; some of the metal parts one used but the other didn't). It's the only time I've ever been vaguely interesting to the medical profession, and I hope it never happens again. :) M.
Ergh, the elbow. Do you really want to know? It's silly and a bit ouch-y at the same time. I'll leave some spaces here in case you change your mind.....
In a bizarre turn of events, I was staying at a hotel and (being a bit clumsy and in an unfamiliar environment) tripped over the corner of the bed, falling on my arm and bending my elbow back 90 degree in the wrong direction. I heard a snap, and everything went white. I immediately grabbed my arm, pulled it back into place, and crawled to the phone.
"Can you send someone up?" I asked the person at the front desk. "I need help."
I hung up and then realized I'd been way, way too polite for my own good. I called back.
"Actually, I'm pretty sure I'm about to pass out. I'm injured. Please come. Now."
But even then I hadn't learned my lesson. At the hospital, I waited for a while for x-rays.Then the radiologist wanted me to extend my arm in order to ex-ray it, and I only glowered at her and said no. (I wasn't moving it from the position I was holding it in, no matter what.) Then I waited again. Finally, a nurse arrived, looking at the awkward x-rays the radiologist had managed to take, and saying, "Oh my god, this is SO BAD! Why didn't you say so?" At which point I finally got some medicine and passed out. They operated at soon as a doctor (a football team's orthopedist from a city nearby) could come. (Later, I saw the world's expert in this kind of break at my hospital back home, and all his interns gathered round and stared at my x-rays, while the doctor pointed out how he would have done it differently. :)
Thankfully, my only encounter with the medical world, so far. I've been very, very lucky. M.
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And that doctor really didn't need to say that about how he'd do it it differently in front of you! Do you still have issues with it?
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The whole thing was a very hazy, out-of-body experience. Weirdly, other, smaller injuries have hurt more--with the elbow, I think I was on the edge of fainting for a few hours.
Aw, it sounded bad the way I put it, didn't it? The doctor who was criticizing the carpentry in my elbow was one artist talking about another, pointing out differences in style (and technology; some of the metal parts one used but the other didn't). It's the only time I've ever been vaguely interesting to the medical profession, and I hope it never happens again. :) M.
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Hear, hear! :)
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