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(, Sun 1 Apr 2001, 1:00)
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I broke my ankle.
Too late for the hospitals QOTW, unfortunately. It happened Saturday night about 11:30 while I was trying to fix my daughter's car, which was at her mother's house.

I now have a cast to just below the knee, a prescription for pain meds and a persistent cat who insists that my computer does not belong in the bed on my lap.

Anyone else had an accident lately?
(, Mon 22 Mar 2010, 8:12, 41 replies, latest was 16 years ago)
Lots of detail apart from the obvious one.
How did you break yourself?
(, Mon 22 Mar 2010, 8:49, Reply)
Morning Noel.
Nice w/e?
(, Mon 22 Mar 2010, 8:53, Reply)
Alright chap?
Not bad! Bit boring to be honest, although put some miles on my boots yesterday leafleting. I bloody hope the phone starts ringing soon! You?
(, Mon 22 Mar 2010, 9:22, Reply)
I would imagine it wouldn't go mad straight away:
might take a little time - best of luck with it.

I went on an almighty bender (yes, ha ha, I said 'bender') to distract myself from my parental woes. I spent about £250 I don't have and it didn't even work. I ended up bawling my eyes out at 9am on Saturday having been up all night caning an eighth of coke and a whole bottle of Courvoisier.

Not brilliant
(, Mon 22 Mar 2010, 9:26, Reply)
Oh Monty!
*shakes head*

*wags finger*
(, Mon 22 Mar 2010, 9:27, Reply)
Is this Jerry Springer?

(, Mon 22 Mar 2010, 9:29, Reply)
Not unless your ex is your sister.

(, Mon 22 Mar 2010, 9:30, Reply)
Haha thank God things aren't quite that bad.

(, Mon 22 Mar 2010, 9:32, Reply)
This makes you sound liek even more of a massive shirter than usual

(, Mon 22 Mar 2010, 9:57, Reply)
'liek'? Is that Dutch?

(, Mon 22 Mar 2010, 10:17, Reply)
Stupidly.
We had been working on the damn thing all afternoon to replace the timing belt, and my friend who was doing most of the work asked for some wire to temporarily hold something out of the way. I went to the shed and found that the light didn't work, but my daughter and I had cell phones to use for light.

I saw the baling wire on the far wall, but it was barricaded by all of the stuff my ex has thrown in there. Literally thrown in, I might add, a mad jumble of tools and stuff. I picked my way through, got the wire, and was backing out when my foot got caught between two things and I lost my balance. I landed on my back, and when I moved my leg I felt something shift inside.

I had to get my friend to come help me stand and get me to the car to go to the hospital. And I asked my daughter to get me a beer for the ride, as I was not holding up well. Good girl, she got it without question.
(, Mon 22 Mar 2010, 9:00, Reply)
How did the medical staff treat you?
Seeing as you were smelling of the alchohol, they are normally less than pleasent.
(, Mon 22 Mar 2010, 9:04, Reply)
I had no problem with them.
It was a busy night there, and I had a long wait as a result- but that was fine. When the nurse checked on me I was calm and polite and very clear headed, so he was very nice to me. He apologized for the long delay, but there had been a major car crash. I replied that mine was not a life-threatening injury and that I knew I was a bit down the priority list as a result and that I was fine with that, as long as I could have pain meds.

They were all very nice to me and took good care of me once they has the crash victims taken care of.
(, Mon 22 Mar 2010, 9:11, Reply)
That's good
Make the most of your time off, and take as many yummy pain killers as you can.

Do you have someone to mop your fevered brow?
(, Mon 22 Mar 2010, 9:13, Reply)
Fortunately yes.
She's being very patient with helping me into the shower. I also have my kids to help me with things, so I have a good network of support. And another friend is coming over in a few hours to make breakfast for me.

It's a bit humbling, but a good feeling when people start appearing out of nowhere to care for you when you're down.
(, Mon 22 Mar 2010, 9:28, Reply)
I fell down the stairs onto concrete and gravel
now I have bruises and grazes from my toes to my shoulder. It hurt. :(

Sorry to hear about your ankle! use it as an excuse to get people to do stuff for you! :P
(, Mon 22 Mar 2010, 9:10, Reply)
The thing is
that I really, really hate being dependent on anyone, so this is being difficult for me. I can't get into the shower by myself yet, which is humiliating, and I can't even stand up to cook so I have to have others feed me.

It's depressing me a lot.
(, Mon 22 Mar 2010, 9:13, Reply)
I know, I totally understand this feeling.
You'll be okay though. Eventually.
(, Mon 22 Mar 2010, 9:16, Reply)
I'll learn to cope.
In the meantime I'll build up a lot of upper body strength, and my left leg will get strong enough to easily lift my weight on its own so that later when I go to administer an ass kicking the recipient will know it.

But until then it about kills me to get from the bed to the toilet.
(, Mon 22 Mar 2010, 9:26, Reply)
this ^
its a grind but you will get there.

Torn the ligaments in my knee twice that utterly reduced my mobility for months on both counts, had to quit a part time job first time and the second left me begging lifts and help for weeks
(, Mon 22 Mar 2010, 9:28, Reply)
Bed baths FFW!

(, Mon 22 Mar 2010, 9:18, Reply)
I couldn't do it.
It's bad enough having to have someone help me get into the shower. A bed bath would be utterly humiliating.
(, Mon 22 Mar 2010, 9:47, Reply)
Depends on who was doing the bathing
and how much soap is involved.
(, Mon 22 Mar 2010, 9:50, Reply)
^This

(, Mon 22 Mar 2010, 9:53, Reply)
This reminds me of the hot philipino nurse
who gave me a bed bath while I was in hospital having my gall bladder ripped out. If I hadn't had a catherter rammed up my willy, I might of had a result.

In my dreams that is.
(, Mon 22 Mar 2010, 9:53, Reply)
Given that I'm in pain
and that I'm on meds, right now I couldn't get interested in sex no matter what. You could have Scarlett Johansson and Natalie Portman tag teaming me and it wouldn't work.

Hopefully this will change in a few days, but for now it feels pretty fucking depressing.
(, Mon 22 Mar 2010, 9:54, Reply)
You may have a point.
Or not as the case may be.
(, Mon 22 Mar 2010, 9:56, Reply)
At the moment
the only wood I could possibly get is if I used a cane.

It takes all of my strength just to lift that leg with its cast, and gives me the shakes whenever I do so.
(, Mon 22 Mar 2010, 9:59, Reply)
What meds? I had codine, it made my head funny.

(, Mon 22 Mar 2010, 9:17, Reply)
God I love strong painkillers.
They make you feel like the world is made of cotton wool. It's a good job I don't have an addictive personality.
(, Mon 22 Mar 2010, 9:20, Reply)
Cocodamol
best of all the pain killers, short of morphine of course. Mmmmmmmmmm.
(, Mon 22 Mar 2010, 9:24, Reply)
I get those off my grandad sometimes.

(, Mon 22 Mar 2010, 9:26, Reply)
I got shitloads of them off a collague who has a knackered shoulder.
I'm a little wary of them, to be honest.
(, Mon 22 Mar 2010, 9:31, Reply)
Hahahahahaha!
You are wary of prescription drugs.
(, Mon 22 Mar 2010, 9:32, Reply)
This stuff
doesn't seem to do much other than make me a little woozy. I can't say that I see the appeal at the moment.
(, Mon 22 Mar 2010, 9:33, Reply)
Mixed with drink they really fuck you up.
I took two for back pain one day at work, then had a couple of pints before I got on the tube. By the time I got to the other end I could barely stand up. It wasn't terribly pleasant.
(, Mon 22 Mar 2010, 9:36, Reply)
No more than two at a time
More for the affects of 2 lots of 500mg of paracetomol that comes with them.

I usually do one, with some red wine.
(, Mon 22 Mar 2010, 9:34, Reply)
I'm still working through my dad's supply
He don't need them anymore.
(, Mon 22 Mar 2010, 9:32, Reply)
Chevron

(, Mon 22 Mar 2010, 9:43, Reply)
Oxycodone.
And at the moment it's doing fuck-all and I can't get back to sleep.
(, Mon 22 Mar 2010, 9:23, Reply)
I broke my foot about 5 weeks back
I was running for the bus, and must have had my foot slightly tilted, so when I slapped it down, it landed on an uneven paving slab, and I just felt something crack/pop with a rather extraordinary amount of pain.

Had to carry on limping to catch the bus. As I was training someone that day, I couldn't just go to the hospital first thing. I ended up staying until about 12, before I phoned my friend to take me to hospital.

Confirmed a break in a metatarsal on my right foot, was in plaster for a few days and told to not put any weight on it. Plaster was removed, they didn't bandage it as I was healing fine, just to keep using my crutches for about 4 weeks, and be careful.

I stopped using my crutches after a week. I know I should have paid attention, but frankly crutches annoy the sweet hell out of me.

No painkillers for me though, gutted.
(, Mon 22 Mar 2010, 10:11, Reply)

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