The great patella rebellion of '04
Sunday night two minutes after getting a phone call that my Grandfather's kidneys were failing and as I was traveling to the door to give candy to trick or treaters I fell in a spot of the tile floor that was slippery with wood polish and popped my kneecap out of place. Luckily my mom was home and called the ambulance for me and it somehow popped back in as the medics were fussing with me. (I still voted today for Kerry *pats self on back for meager attempt at patriotism*)
I hate people in medical professions sometimes,
Him: "what is your pain on a scale of 1-10?"
Me: "about a 9"
Him: "that's a lot of pain, now" in a disbelieving tone.
Motherfucker, my left leg was pointing at an unnatural angle and he didn't think I was hurting severely? I don't scream out in pain, I'm not that kind of girl and I was shrieking like the banshee my Great-Grandmother swore she heard in Belfast once and hyperventilating.
I went to the Orthopedist today and he said to keep wearing my immobilizer when I'm laying down, to use the crutches, Ice it and see him again in two weeks. I can't do the steps without extreme difficulty (it takes me like a half hour to lift my body weight twice to get up each damn step, going down them isn't so bad but up is impossible.) I have a mini-fridge and microwave/toaster oven/broiler combo set up in the office next to my bedroom so I can get to the bathroom my bed and prepare food for the next few weeks.
Monday I couldn't even piss by myself and I still need help getting my underwear on. Yes I know people go through much more severe things, but this is my LJ and I need to vent somewhere since I can't leave the top floor of my house anytime soon and the phone is getting old. End pity party heh. It's hard for me to sit at the computer so I'm sorry if I'm not as active in commenting/my communities the next week or so.
I hate people in medical professions sometimes,
Him: "what is your pain on a scale of 1-10?"
Me: "about a 9"
Him: "that's a lot of pain, now" in a disbelieving tone.
Motherfucker, my left leg was pointing at an unnatural angle and he didn't think I was hurting severely? I don't scream out in pain, I'm not that kind of girl and I was shrieking like the banshee my Great-Grandmother swore she heard in Belfast once and hyperventilating.
I went to the Orthopedist today and he said to keep wearing my immobilizer when I'm laying down, to use the crutches, Ice it and see him again in two weeks. I can't do the steps without extreme difficulty (it takes me like a half hour to lift my body weight twice to get up each damn step, going down them isn't so bad but up is impossible.) I have a mini-fridge and microwave/toaster oven/broiler combo set up in the office next to my bedroom so I can get to the bathroom my bed and prepare food for the next few weeks.
Monday I couldn't even piss by myself and I still need help getting my underwear on. Yes I know people go through much more severe things, but this is my LJ and I need to vent somewhere since I can't leave the top floor of my house anytime soon and the phone is getting old. End pity party heh. It's hard for me to sit at the computer so I'm sorry if I'm not as active in commenting/my communities the next week or so.