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17 years ago
So two sundays ago I crashed on my bicycle, fell off and faceplanted into a pole, and somehow broke my leg. First off lemme say fucking ow omfgpain. Made this semester incredible hard and painful. Snapped my tibia (the front big bone of shin) clean accross, strangely didnt really hurt at the time till they moved it for xrays, but that might have been shock and the fact that I was pretty sure I crushed my face in half. Anyway 6 little stitches on my cheek, which is still sore and has a bump, though it started off softball sized. Getting around in crutches sucks, is painful and exhausting, made worse by the fact that I super weight lifted that morning, so all my muscles were just screaming in pain with that and rolling around in the rocks. Anyway my uncle who retired a few months ago lives near my school and has been helping me get to and from class as well as helping with meals and stuff, so he's been a tremendous help, I wouldn't have been able to stay this semester if not for him.
Anyway, it was really tough the first week, and I actually around thursday or wednesday night(one of those) pretty much had an emotional breakdown after a pop bottle sprayed me all over in bed, to top off everything else that the injury caused. So after spending about an hour bawling in my bed and wondering if I should take all my pain meds at once just to end it, I got up showerd, and have been kinda emotionally dead ever since. Though I am on Hydromorphone, which is basically super strong morphine, 4 times stronger then heroin or so, so I may just be high. I always hated the idea of drug use but god help me I've seriously considered it with this one. Just makes life so much more bereable, and I've been much happier then I usually am.
Anyway, the break was such that I needed surgery to put a rod down the bone, so right now I have a titanium nail running the lenght of my shin holding the two halves in line, and can put light pressure on it. But the surgery went through in the knee, and was f*king excruciating for about 3 days afterwards, and I still have very little movement or control with it, though its coming back faster now. And my god, peeing in those urinal things they give you while in bed is im-freaking-possible. Had a full bladder the whole stay there till I could sit up and hang over the side of the bed. That hospital's food was great though, especially that apple pie they had, yumny.
Tonight I'm doing better I guess, have a lot of work to start doing so that I can catch up, berely know how I'm going to do it, but I'll manage I suppose. If nothing else I'll be more drive to helping me lose weight and be healthy, my arms are getting huge from the crutches(well.. maybe just toned =P).
I really want to get involved more in the community, maybe post on forums for a change, draw and post something worthwhile, I dunno.
Thanks alot any who read this, know its a long boring thing but hey, makes you realized you're not alone if you share in my experience, and makes me feel witnessed if all you do is hear it.
Anyway, it was really tough the first week, and I actually around thursday or wednesday night(one of those) pretty much had an emotional breakdown after a pop bottle sprayed me all over in bed, to top off everything else that the injury caused. So after spending about an hour bawling in my bed and wondering if I should take all my pain meds at once just to end it, I got up showerd, and have been kinda emotionally dead ever since. Though I am on Hydromorphone, which is basically super strong morphine, 4 times stronger then heroin or so, so I may just be high. I always hated the idea of drug use but god help me I've seriously considered it with this one. Just makes life so much more bereable, and I've been much happier then I usually am.
Anyway, the break was such that I needed surgery to put a rod down the bone, so right now I have a titanium nail running the lenght of my shin holding the two halves in line, and can put light pressure on it. But the surgery went through in the knee, and was f*king excruciating for about 3 days afterwards, and I still have very little movement or control with it, though its coming back faster now. And my god, peeing in those urinal things they give you while in bed is im-freaking-possible. Had a full bladder the whole stay there till I could sit up and hang over the side of the bed. That hospital's food was great though, especially that apple pie they had, yumny.
Tonight I'm doing better I guess, have a lot of work to start doing so that I can catch up, berely know how I'm going to do it, but I'll manage I suppose. If nothing else I'll be more drive to helping me lose weight and be healthy, my arms are getting huge from the crutches(well.. maybe just toned =P).
I really want to get involved more in the community, maybe post on forums for a change, draw and post something worthwhile, I dunno.
Thanks alot any who read this, know its a long boring thing but hey, makes you realized you're not alone if you share in my experience, and makes me feel witnessed if all you do is hear it.
