Most of my stuff has been internal, which is no fun at all, I can promise you!
Too many sprains to count (I'm highly double-jointed, so I shift things out all the time). Some joints dislocate if I'm not careful, or paying attention. My pinky finger is notorious, which is fun when someone watches me put it back in. They tend to go white.
Hm. First big one was when I was a kid and fell of a 2nd story balcony when the railing gave way. Landed on grass.... almost. My knee didn't. And I caught it on an edge of concrete on the way down. It cut my knee open just below the kneecap, and folded the skin up and back into my thigh so my kneecap and all my tendons were exposed as I sat there screaming. Fortunately, the homeowner was a paramedic and his buddy a fireman, haha. They wrapped me up so good that the doctors didn't even want to unwrap it because it was held together perfectly. Didn't need stitches, and now the scar is only 2" wide.
My two worst were internal infections. I ended up with a kidney infection that was hyper aggressive and spread to both kidneys within 48/hrs. I couldn't sit, sleep, lay down... I was bent over and just 'rocked' back and forth to manage the pain. They had me on massive doses of anti-biotics and gave me two days for it to get better. I had a fever, chills, muscle spasms, nausea, the whole bit.
Another time several years later I ended up with food poisoning. Ick! Anyone who's had that knows how painful that is sometimes. Well, I was doing okay for a day afterwards, then I ended up with brutal abdominal pain. I left work, went home, felt better. But by the middle of the night I was at about an 8 out of 10 for pain. It was just awful. Went to the family doctor. He tells me: "It's just cramps" (Yes, because I'm a complete moron and don't know what those feel like
). He sent me home with pain meds. By midnight, I couldn't even move. I couldn't stand up. I couldn't even walk up the stairs to tell my mom that I wanted an ambulance. Who asks for an ambulance? Gah. I barely remember anything after that.
Ended up in the ER getting poked and prodded. I was told: "It's probably just cramps." Meanwhile, I can't stop sobbing. Another few hours later and after running some tests, the head guy finally walks in and starts asking me questions, rather than the 'student' they had working with me. He finally determined that I wasn't 'faking it for drugs' or 'just having an anxiety attack'. Turns out I had blood poisoning of the lower abdomen, specifically the intestines. Basically, I was dying, haha. See? Told you it wasn't cramps! I even got morphine with that one. Whew.
Needless to say, if that's anything like childbirth, I want no part of it. Worst few days of my life. Just thinking of it makes me anxious.
Originally Posted by Vasiliki
Most of my stuff has been internal, which is no fun at all, I can promise you!Hehehe
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