franklanguage: (Roseanne Rosanadana)
Today as I was crossing the Bowery at 4th street, I tripped and fell. No biggie, I thought—except that I couldn't get up easily. A passerby tried to help me and I insisted I was okay.

The pain made me scream, though—I couldn't help it. I got to the other side and called 911.
Cut for space )


The operator told me to sit down on the curb while I waited. I said I couldn't; my knee was locked.

They think it's dislocated, not broken, but I'm waiting for an X-ray right now. The nurse just brought me a Motrin.
franklanguage: (donotfist)
It's over a week and my rib still hurts, so I probably broke something. Crazy how these hairline fractures can hurt so damn much.

Still, I still think I probably got away lucky; all I have to do is remember my friend Elsa who has a pin and a plate in her wrist and I count my lucky stars.

Ouch…

Mar. 16th, 2012 12:55 am
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Yesterday I bruised—or fractured; I can't tell—a rib when I fell in front of the famous Astor Place Barber Shop.

I was walking by and a guy sweeping up outside—this was broad daylight—managed to hook my ankle with his broom and bring me down. I fell hard on my left side, and I have no idea if it was deliberate on his part. I sat up, gasping for breath, and when I caught my breath I just said, "Fuck…YOU!" bringing my fists down hard on my thighs.

(In retrospect, what I should have done was snap all their pictures, since I carry my camera almost everywhere I go; I was just too shocked and dazed at the time.)

I also didn't go to the ER; I waited until today and saw my chiropractor, who adjusted me and made me feel better. "You got away easy," he said, assuring me it could have been worse. He also said they don't tape the ribs anymore, so I would have just spent time waiting in the ER for an X-ray so they could do nothing and send me on my way.

Every breath I take still hurts; I took a tryptophan last night so I could sleep, even though I wanted to take a Vicodin®. I slept.
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This is day 9 since the surgery )

I'm pretty happy about how I'm healing; I almost feel I don't need any hand therapy, although they will almost certainly recommend I take some. There are some things I might want to fine-tune, but I'm happy with grip strength, mobility, and flexibility.

The stitches come off Wednesday.
franklanguage: (donotfist)
Cut for the squeamish )


I had to get the dressing changed yesterday on my wrist, so I snapped a couple of pictures; I'm very pleased by how it's healing, but I've cut this for anyone who might be nervous about a little dried blood.

The initials written on the wrist are where my surgeon wrote her initials so she'd do the right wrist!
franklanguage: Man-in-the-moon belt buckle (moonbuckle)


[I wrote last night:]

Today I had carpal-tunnel release surgery on my right hand, and while that should be occasion for an update, there's nothing particularly uplifting, enlightening, or even educational about it right now. My wrist hurts like hell and I was given a scrip for Vicodin® but haven't been able to fill it yet. (Gonna have to go out to the 24-hour pharmacy to get it, I guess.) I'm typing with one hand while I hold the other aloft, because the doctor stressed the importance of keeping the hand elevated above my heart.

I have to make a sling for tomorrow so no one expects me to write or do anything with my right hand. Even today, when I was taking the stairs in the subway and keeping to the left, people were pissed off that I didn't keep with the flow of traffic, not realizing how hazardous it would be for me if I couldn't hold the railing. Fun times in the big city.


Well, everything feels better when you get some sleep. My wrist still hurts, which isn't surprising since they made the incision at the base of my hand where all the nerves converge. I took a regular Tylenol, because the Vicodin® was nice but I'm no pillhead. This is going to be an easier recovery than when I broke my [right] wrist last winter, particularly because I have sensation in my right hand. Even when I hold it up—you have no idea how excited I am about that! For years, I've been unable to hold my right hand up for any length of time, and it's gotten worse and worse. I'm itching to play my sax, but it's still in the shop.
franklanguage: (Roseanne Rosanadana)
Charlie Sheen is all over the news this week because he's a celebrity with a drug addiction. Justin Beiber was all over the news for two days, all because he cut his hair. All while Andrew Wilfahrt, Brian Tabada, Rudolph Hizon, Chauncy Mays, David Fahey, Christopher Stark and Kristopher Stark all gave their lives overseas. They received no media attention at all.



(A note-worthy mention taken from [livejournal.com profile] padiwack.)
franklanguage: (Roseanne Rosanadana)
Charlie Sheen is all over the news this week because he's a celebrity with a drug addiction. Justin Beiber was all over the news for two days, all because he cut his hair. All while Andrew Wilfahrt, Brian Tabada, Rudolph Hizon, Chauncy Mays, David Fahey, Christopher Stark and Kristopher Stark all gave their lives overseas. They received no media attention at all.



(A note-worthy mention taken from [livejournal.com profile] padiwack.)
franklanguage: (teethxray)
Well, I cracked a molar over the weekend; it was a wisdom tooth, and I made an emergency appointment at my dental clinic. The dentist said it would have to be root-canaled, and I figured that for a wisdom tooth, it might as well be extracted. "It isn't a necessary tooth, is it?" I asked.

"Well, no," said the dentist.

"It won't affect my bite, will it?" I asked.

"No."

"Well, pull it out, then," I said.

"You're not in any pain, so you can sleep on it," she said.

Having just spent a few months of evening appointments, and nearly $2000 on my root canal a few months ago, I wasn't eager to repeat the experience. "No really; that's my final answer," I said. "Pull it out."

This is gross, so don't feel you have to look--it's my bloody tooth. )
franklanguage: (teethxray)
I had Phase I of my root-canal the other evening; as expected, it didn't hurt. I knew it wouldn't, and the dentist said, brandishing a large needle, "Even though the tooth is dead, I'm going to numb the area." I nodded.

I chose not to look while she took out various grinding and reaming tools; the sound was more intense than just being drilled for a regular filling. The anaesthetic began to wear off before she was done, but that was okay; I certainly wouldn't have wanted to be more numb, considering that my upper lip felt like a slab of rubber for a few hours after anyway.

So I have a temporary cap on it and have to go back next Wednesday for more fun. They also scheduled me to continue with my ongoing treatment—like twelve sessions and a few thousand dollars; I had dropped the ball and canceled an appointment last summer, which is why I ended up with this runaway decay in the first place. Live and learn; at least I get to keep my teeth for now.
franklanguage: (teethxray)
I had Phase I of my root-canal the other evening; as expected, it didn't hurt. I knew it wouldn't, and the dentist said, brandishing a large needle, "Even though the tooth is dead, I'm going to numb the area." I nodded.

I chose not to look while she took out various grinding and reaming tools; the sound was more intense than just being drilled for a regular filling. The anaesthetic began to wear off before she was done, but that was okay; I certainly wouldn't have wanted to be more numb, considering that my upper lip felt like a slab of rubber for a few hours after anyway.

So I have a temporary cap on it and have to go back next Wednesday for more fun. They also scheduled me to continue with my ongoing treatment—like twelve sessions and a few thousand dollars; I had dropped the ball and canceled an appointment last summer, which is why I ended up with this runaway decay in the first place. Live and learn; at least I get to keep my teeth for now.
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