Dear Guy Gardner, I Hate This
Jan. 22nd, 2011 08:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
perpetual_motionIt's Ranty McRantPants time, folks. Because it has been a WEEK. And I have tried to hold back, but seriously, THE HELL.
For the sake of this one, I'm concentrating fully on my own shit right now. The Husband had some shit as well, but my resources are limited, re: giving a shit, and I'm sure I've got enough cranky bitch in my pants to keep you all entertained (or "entertained") for a few minutes.
So, as everyone knows, I went to the ER very, very early Sunday morning because I'd been hit by a car. This has led to a week of me getting around on crutches, a giant fucking brace on my leg, and me not wanting to do jack fucking shit outside of have the world's biggest pity party.
I have cried twice this week. Not, "Oh, ow, leg pain, some tears in my eyes," but fucking sat down and sobbed like the world was ending because you know what sucks? Living in a historic building with no elevator and having to go up two flights of stairs. And you know what else sucks? Having to crutch it six blocks to class, and then not being able to find the handicapped entrance that DOESN'T have a fuckton of stairs to climb up. And you know what's worse than that? Nearly fucking up your GOOD KNEE when you try to maneuver the fucking stairs.
I have discovered, by the way, that the handicapped entrance is on the side of the building. HALF A BLOCK FARTHER than I have to crutch in the first place. This building is practically brand fucking new. How is there not a fucking ramp RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE DAMNED BUILDING.
And, oh, it gets worse. Because, you see, the ER docs told me I'd only need the brace for a couple of days. Just a couple of days, they said, and I should be able to get around on my own. Except that the paperwork they sent me home with says I'm supposed to rest my knee FOR A WEEK. And that'd be fine. If it meant REST and not KEEP MY LEG IN THE WORLD'S MOST UNCOMFORTABLE FUCKING BRACE. It's been six days. I am OVER IT.
And the thing is, I'm following all the instructions. I'm keeping my leg propped up. I'm trying not to bear weight on my leg at all. Yes, I'm walking around without the brace a little, but that's only been in the last two days, and that's to check if the pain is getting worse.
How it's working now is that I can put weight on it and walk if I'm careful, but if my knee bends even a little bit differently than expected, I have pain. Not massive, massive amounts, but enough that it hurts. And I've been getting some vaguely burning feelings on my ligament in the last couple of days when I've been keeping still, and it's not that the pain is getting worse. It's that there is still some noticeable pain THERE, and I'm getting increasingly concerned that my knee is more fucked up than originally thought.
Did you know, by the way, that it can take a week to ten days for small bone fractures and hairline fractures to show up? Isn't that lovely? So when the doc comes in and says, "there's no signs of broken bones," there should be a "yet" on the end of that sentence. And you know how I know that? Not from the doctor, oh no. It's on the PAPERWORK THEY SENT HOME ABOUT MY INJURY.
THANKS FOR LETTING ME KNOW PASSIVELY, GUYS. IT'S NOT A BIG DEAL THAT MY KNEE MAY ACTUALLY BE BROKEN. ALSO GO FUCK YOURSELVES.
In short, I demand a new week. Right now.
For the sake of this one, I'm concentrating fully on my own shit right now. The Husband had some shit as well, but my resources are limited, re: giving a shit, and I'm sure I've got enough cranky bitch in my pants to keep you all entertained (or "entertained") for a few minutes.
So, as everyone knows, I went to the ER very, very early Sunday morning because I'd been hit by a car. This has led to a week of me getting around on crutches, a giant fucking brace on my leg, and me not wanting to do jack fucking shit outside of have the world's biggest pity party.
I have cried twice this week. Not, "Oh, ow, leg pain, some tears in my eyes," but fucking sat down and sobbed like the world was ending because you know what sucks? Living in a historic building with no elevator and having to go up two flights of stairs. And you know what else sucks? Having to crutch it six blocks to class, and then not being able to find the handicapped entrance that DOESN'T have a fuckton of stairs to climb up. And you know what's worse than that? Nearly fucking up your GOOD KNEE when you try to maneuver the fucking stairs.
I have discovered, by the way, that the handicapped entrance is on the side of the building. HALF A BLOCK FARTHER than I have to crutch in the first place. This building is practically brand fucking new. How is there not a fucking ramp RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE DAMNED BUILDING.
And, oh, it gets worse. Because, you see, the ER docs told me I'd only need the brace for a couple of days. Just a couple of days, they said, and I should be able to get around on my own. Except that the paperwork they sent me home with says I'm supposed to rest my knee FOR A WEEK. And that'd be fine. If it meant REST and not KEEP MY LEG IN THE WORLD'S MOST UNCOMFORTABLE FUCKING BRACE. It's been six days. I am OVER IT.
And the thing is, I'm following all the instructions. I'm keeping my leg propped up. I'm trying not to bear weight on my leg at all. Yes, I'm walking around without the brace a little, but that's only been in the last two days, and that's to check if the pain is getting worse.
How it's working now is that I can put weight on it and walk if I'm careful, but if my knee bends even a little bit differently than expected, I have pain. Not massive, massive amounts, but enough that it hurts. And I've been getting some vaguely burning feelings on my ligament in the last couple of days when I've been keeping still, and it's not that the pain is getting worse. It's that there is still some noticeable pain THERE, and I'm getting increasingly concerned that my knee is more fucked up than originally thought.
Did you know, by the way, that it can take a week to ten days for small bone fractures and hairline fractures to show up? Isn't that lovely? So when the doc comes in and says, "there's no signs of broken bones," there should be a "yet" on the end of that sentence. And you know how I know that? Not from the doctor, oh no. It's on the PAPERWORK THEY SENT HOME ABOUT MY INJURY.
THANKS FOR LETTING ME KNOW PASSIVELY, GUYS. IT'S NOT A BIG DEAL THAT MY KNEE MAY ACTUALLY BE BROKEN. ALSO GO FUCK YOURSELVES.
In short, I demand a new week. Right now.
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on 2011-01-23 03:23 pm (UTC)also, I share your fucking WEEK. Guy Gardner needs to choke someone.
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on 2011-01-24 12:30 am (UTC)Guy really does need to choke someone. I'm just not sure who.
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on 2011-01-24 12:26 am (UTC)Stupid doctors, geez.
And what is up with the handicapped ramp? That's ridiculous. :(
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on 2011-01-24 12:31 am (UTC)My leg's moving a little better today, but I've lost some range of motion since Monday. Could just be part of the healing process but, gah, just don't want it.
Thanks for the hugs. :)