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Back from being brutally tortured and mutilated
14 years ago
HATE HATE HATE HATE. Surprise trip to doctor's office. Serious infection in a cut on my finger. Here's how it went. Very fun.
Step 1: Sit in waiting room for 2 hours with nothing to do and no one to talk to.... which is kinda my own damned fault. >XC Ahhh, self-defeat, the best kind. *melodramatic pose with back of hand on forehead*
Step 2: Get asked a million and a half invasive questions that have nothing to do with anything. Does it MATTER if I am a Sagittarius? Why are you measuring my feet? NO I do NOT eat caviar on Wednesdays. I will most CERTAINLY NOT give you a stool sample! Yes I floss, why is that pertinent? Am I allergic to what? Succinocholine? What's tha.... *DART* O___O; *swoooooo..... faint*
Step 3: Some bitches DO NOT know how to take blood pressure. >8{ JEESUS LADY, THAT IS MY ARM, I AM NOT A FUCKIN SQUEAKY TOY. Now look here, I'm sorry, girlfriend, my blood pressure is NOT 150/95, it is ALWAYS 110/69 or something like that - you dun fucked up, now GET OUT OF MY TITS. ........ GIMME THAT FUCKIN THING, YOU DUMBASS, JEESUS, I'LL DO IT MYSELF. *SMACK* (I didn't actually smack her but boy did I ever so very much want to.)
Step 4: Doctor has food in her office, I am pretty sure that's some kind of health code violation. She sat there omnoming away and asking me more questions. While going out of her way to look as disinterested as possible.
Step 5: Suddenly, she pounces across the office and starts interrogating me like something out of CSI. "How did you get that cut!? What implement was used. How old is it. Have you been picking at it? I KNOW YOU HAVE. GUILTY. YOU'RRRREEEEE GULTY!!! YOU ARE GOING TO JAIL FOREVER YOU CRETINOUS, CRAVEN, CUT-PICKING PSYCHOPATH!!!"
Step 6: SCRAPE SCRAPE SCRAPE SCRAPE SCRAPE SCRAPE SCRAPE SCRAPE SCRAPE...... here, have some antibiotics, don't pick at it, bye, GTFO. *boot*
I'll live. I just have to eat antibiotics for the rest of my life and resist the exceptionally strong urge I have to pick at it. Muuussttt nnnootttt pppiicckkkk, must.... not... must.... MUST PICK OMG PICK PICK PICK I CANNOT STOP MYSELF!!! I AM A HORRIBLE PICKING, PICKY-PICKER. *pickpickpickpickpickpickpickpickpickpickpickpickpickpickpickpick*
So yeah, that was the latter half of my day. Fuckin stellar week I'm having.
Day one: Almost in nasty, nearly fatal car crash.
Day two: Almost electrocuted by demon microwave.
Day three: Nasty, horrendous terrible.... event. Do not want to talk about that one. >.>
Day four: ZIP. Well that's going to leave a hell of an interesting scar.
Day five: http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/2771397/ THIS.
Day six: *starts necrosing*
If there's something out there trying to kill me, PLEASE STOP, YOU FUCKING ......WWWWIIIINNNNN. I SUBMIT. I YIELD. I NYAN-NYAN-NYAN-NYAN-NYAN. Yes. I may finally have flipped my fucking lid, people. Enjoy your new and improved Silverone, now with more crazy!!!! (And less deadly, finger-devouring infection.) YYYEEEEEEEE. *runs off naked*
Step 1: Sit in waiting room for 2 hours with nothing to do and no one to talk to.... which is kinda my own damned fault. >XC Ahhh, self-defeat, the best kind. *melodramatic pose with back of hand on forehead*
Step 2: Get asked a million and a half invasive questions that have nothing to do with anything. Does it MATTER if I am a Sagittarius? Why are you measuring my feet? NO I do NOT eat caviar on Wednesdays. I will most CERTAINLY NOT give you a stool sample! Yes I floss, why is that pertinent? Am I allergic to what? Succinocholine? What's tha.... *DART* O___O; *swoooooo..... faint*
Step 3: Some bitches DO NOT know how to take blood pressure. >8{ JEESUS LADY, THAT IS MY ARM, I AM NOT A FUCKIN SQUEAKY TOY. Now look here, I'm sorry, girlfriend, my blood pressure is NOT 150/95, it is ALWAYS 110/69 or something like that - you dun fucked up, now GET OUT OF MY TITS. ........ GIMME THAT FUCKIN THING, YOU DUMBASS, JEESUS, I'LL DO IT MYSELF. *SMACK* (I didn't actually smack her but boy did I ever so very much want to.)
Step 4: Doctor has food in her office, I am pretty sure that's some kind of health code violation. She sat there omnoming away and asking me more questions. While going out of her way to look as disinterested as possible.
Step 5: Suddenly, she pounces across the office and starts interrogating me like something out of CSI. "How did you get that cut!? What implement was used. How old is it. Have you been picking at it? I KNOW YOU HAVE. GUILTY. YOU'RRRREEEEE GULTY!!! YOU ARE GOING TO JAIL FOREVER YOU CRETINOUS, CRAVEN, CUT-PICKING PSYCHOPATH!!!"
Step 6: SCRAPE SCRAPE SCRAPE SCRAPE SCRAPE SCRAPE SCRAPE SCRAPE SCRAPE...... here, have some antibiotics, don't pick at it, bye, GTFO. *boot*
I'll live. I just have to eat antibiotics for the rest of my life and resist the exceptionally strong urge I have to pick at it. Muuussttt nnnootttt pppiicckkkk, must.... not... must.... MUST PICK OMG PICK PICK PICK I CANNOT STOP MYSELF!!! I AM A HORRIBLE PICKING, PICKY-PICKER. *pickpickpickpickpickpickpickpickpickpickpickpickpickpickpickpick*
So yeah, that was the latter half of my day. Fuckin stellar week I'm having.
Day one: Almost in nasty, nearly fatal car crash.
Day two: Almost electrocuted by demon microwave.
Day three: Nasty, horrendous terrible.... event. Do not want to talk about that one. >.>
Day four: ZIP. Well that's going to leave a hell of an interesting scar.
Day five: http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/2771397/ THIS.
Day six: *starts necrosing*
If there's something out there trying to kill me, PLEASE STOP, YOU FUCKING ......WWWWIIIINNNNN. I SUBMIT. I YIELD. I NYAN-NYAN-NYAN-NYAN-NYAN. Yes. I may finally have flipped my fucking lid, people. Enjoy your new and improved Silverone, now with more crazy!!!! (And less deadly, finger-devouring infection.) YYYEEEEEEEE. *runs off naked*
Now how did that song go?
Well we worked very hard both me and my wife
Workin' hand-in-hand to have a good life
We had corn in the field and wheat in the bin
And then, whoops oh lord, I was the father of twins
or in this case, /mother/ of twins.
Good to hear your going to be all right, BJ.
- Shado
it works so well, I don't even.
I once got hit by a car walking home from school :u
Kar
Anyways, hope everything is better now. Your funny like this XD So sorry had to put that in there
Alright, we have concluded it to be Zombie-itis....
I remember the doctor one job assigned me. I didn't need him; I've always been healthy as two horses. But I somehow cracked a bone in my foot at work and needed a referral from this hack. So I go see him, expecting to get a note and go on my way. As it was, I had to hobble there on my gimped foot.
I get there, and he goes, "...Do we have your bloodwork?" I'm like, "I need to go to the foot doctor for this pain in my foot. Gimme paper so I can leave." He starts to tell me I can't get a referral from him until I give him bloodwork, which requires me to go visit a friend of his at a nearby hospital... and FOUR WEEKS to get back. I think the look I gave him made him reconsider... especially since the wall behind hi caught fire and the pencil he was holding crumbled to ash. "Give... me... the damn... paper. I don't NEED you, or your fuckin bloodwork!" ...He gave me the paper.
And then there's my near legendary visit to the emergency room. The short version: nearly sever fingertip with knife; sit in emergency room for three hours bleeding on the floor; get BAND-AID for the bone deep cut and sent home; get charged $300 for the whole thing. And yeah, the lady taking my blood pressure might have just been going through the motions and then writing whatever; it wasn't important. :-\
Hope things get better for you soon though.
and Im afraid ILL be the wall catching fire because of the god damn bureaucracy,
but Im so gonna try this x3
If they don't care about it, it's not going to happen.
That's level 2 hypertension, which is also considered stroke level. They didn't care~
I've also never understood how hospitals did not even catch the 2 broken bones I had either, but my primary care found it immediately, after waiting a month after they told me it was a sprain each time. -.-*
OH. And the 2 concussions I've had this year and not one doctor could tell me just why I was blacking out! One hospital is trying to claim I owe them $9000 for not being able to tell me why I was blacking out and disoriented other than 'oh... well you hit your head. Duh.'
I hate hospitals 8(
That much in 6 days, I'm impressed :)
Lady Luck is watching you lol
also there is no such thing as crazy :D
Unless the doctor said otherwise you may want to comfortably tape some sterile gauze over the injury in order to avoid picking at it. Definitely finish the entire course of antibiotics as directed, or you'd may as well not bother and run the risk of developing a strain of superbug as well. Adding some 'probiotic' yogurt to your daily diet may ward off some of the side effects of the antibiotic. Hope the wound heals up quickly for you.
As for covering the wound though, I'm gonna add my own two cents: Keep it covered most of the day, but change the bandage 1-2 times a day, with a half hour of breathing time before the new one goes on... Otherwise, it can get pretty ick from moisture. I was a very accident prone kid, and have dealt with everything from cuts and scrapes to having a roofing nail go through my foot... Leaving a bandage on too long is probably even worse then leaving it uncovered.
Got an additional suggestion, but it'd probably squick most people out, so I won't say here. Can send you a note if you'd like though, up to you.
While not having a vagina I cannot tell you about yeast infections, but men are not immune to those, just harder to get. For me though its the pit rash, since your arm pit germs die off and then try to eat you alive before they go. Itching and burning and the scratching it does notthhinngg!
Hurray TMI body expiriences..
And yes, I know men can get yeast infections too... I can see how they would be awful. I think most yeast infections in women involve the.. bigger hole.. or perhaps both. I wouldn't know. I don't want to either... and why would the normal armpit germs eat you alive ? something tells me its the same reason as you have digestion problems... and er.. .down there issues, aka, the good guys were killed off, so chaos reigns x.x
I have eczema on my fingers due to a allergy atm.. boy oh boy does scratching do bad but damn you know something is itchy when the pleasure release from scratching it is better than sex.
*brain turns off* ...............
*brain turns back on*................. WTF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It's nice and... sane... here... :)
YOU CAN EASILY BE A HERMIT! 8D EVEN NEAR THE CITIES, YOU CAN BE A HERMIT! 8D quite a few decent rural areas near my city, just avoid toronto and quebec as a whole.
:)
Btw had a nurse too which NOT only was not able to take my blood pressure but also tried to convince me that I don't have a vein in my left arm, so she could not take but. But still she just tried...which means she randomly poked me with a needle...I am horribly scared of needles since I am a child so it was not...enjoyable. Most interesting: After I screamed at her in pain and another nurse came this one instantly found the vein and was able to get a a blood sample.
Good next time I'll go to some fucking monks or shamans -,-
Get well!
also, medical stuff gives me happy :3
also, do you still use AIM or anything of that ilk? Skype?
:Þ