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When I was 10 I slid on our wood floor and back then (70s) we didn't have very good floors in our homes where I lived...so I got a splinter about an inch long and half an inch thick jabbed into the outer side of my right calve. I still have the scar and people often ask if it was an innoculation since the radius of it looks like one of those OLD booster shots. It hurt like NOTHING I'd ever experience before. The sensation eventually went away but the memory remains.
I have had numerous ear surgeries to correct my constantly perforated eardrum...once even had my ear, almost, completely cut off to get in there.
The following: Not for the weak at heart. Read at your own discretion. LOL! :|
I did a spiral fracture on my fibula while hiking down a hill.
Here's the story: I was walking my bike when suddenly I slipped and rolled down the hill. Half way down I put my foot out to dig into the ground for leverage. It caught a sprinkler and
*snap!*. I thought a branch broke because, it DIDN'T hurt. When I got down to bottom of the hill I tred to get up and my foot was dangling off to the side in the most unnatural way. Just wobbling. (Sorry, I know this sounds gross but it gets worse!)
All the while I am thinking "I should be in EXTREME agony!" but, I was not! IN fact, I started to get a *nice high* feeling. I was STONE sober too so this was weird! (I think, adrenaline?)
So, there I am, limping on one leg trying to figure out how the heck I am going to get up the hill. I figured I can't do it with my foot the way it was so, what do I do? I start banging my foot on ground trying to get it back to *original* position. All the while I'm not hurting! I swear it
Finally, (voice of reason or common sense-I don't know?) I realize "Gee...maybe that's not such a good idea!" and stopped. Still limping on one leg trying to figure out how I am going to get over to the other side of the hill when,
*snap!*, the foot goes back to it's original position.
I gingerly tried put weight on it and find that I could walk, OK. I climbed the hill, got my bike and peddled home. (Not BIG time peddling...still gingerly so...and mostly with my good foot.) All the while my foot is feeling like it wants to snap back out again.
I get home my roommate is home and we go to ER. That's when I find out it was not a sprain (as I thought
) but, a spiral fracture. (It's basically what it sounds like a spiral/corkscrew like hairline brake on bone!)
So, I had orthopedic surgery. Which meant a plate with screws on fibula, a rod clear across my ankle (I guess I ripped some tendons there too and still have the rod in there) and wore a series of casts for 3 months. I went from red, blue to green!
That was the ONLY part that was fun...the colorful casts! I know, I am weird!
Pedro