TheIronSheik
SUPER ELITE UPPER TIER
After the long, cold winter, it was nice to have the weather actually nice out for once on a weekend. I woke up around 9 on Saturday and thought it would be a perfect day to get some much needed yard work done. My girlfriend had to run some errands so I thought, "Perfect." I'd start on the back yard while she ran around. I asked my daughter if she wanted to stay and help me or go with her mom. It was shopping, so I knew I was losing out. They both left for the morning.
I had literally been outside a good 10 minutes at this point. A huge tree limb had fallen into our yard during the winter ice storm and I was trying to clean it up. It was so big, but it was caught in some vines, kind of just hanging there. It looked very dangerous. So I grabbed a hold of it and figured I'd give it a good hard tug, hoping to break it free. I moved to the side so it didn't fall on me and with all of my might, I gave it a pull.
I really thought it would have given a little more resistance. Or at least some, really. But it didn't. And when I pulled it, I fell back to the ground. The whole event happened in slow motion. As I fell to the ground, my body crumpled in a way where my ankle bent, but my face fell towards my ankle. In my lifetime, I've had great seats to some sporting events. It's amazing how you can really hear the sounds of the game the closer you are. Well, for this incident, I had the best seat possible. Because my face was so close to my leg that when it snapped in two places, I was able to hear the crack like it was two twigs breaking. It was actually quite loud.
Immediately, I knew it was broken. As I laid in the back yard, leg throbbing, I realized I was alone. I pulled out my phone and called my GF and told her what I had done. She was about 30 minutes from home. "Call 911", she said. I scoffed at the idea. That crap ain't cheap. So instead, I got on Facebook and asked if anyone was around because I was laying in my backyard with a broken leg.
No one was close enough. Luckily, though, a lot of them had the time to tell me to get off of Facebook and get help. Very helpful.
With the last bit of energy I had, I slowly began to try and crawl along the grass. I'd say I probably made it a good inch or two before the pain from my leg forced me to stop. And with that, I waved the white flag and called 911.
When the ambulance arrived, I felt like a moron. Laying on the ground in the back yard waving to the paramedics as they made their way back.
I got my first ambulance ride ever, which was cool. Driver asked "Lights and siren?" To which I replied, "Sure. Why not? Let's have a little fun." He said, "I was actually talking to my co-worker next to you, but if you want it, I'm all for it."
Turns out I broke my fibula.
On Monday, I went to go get the cast put on. Sitting in the waiting room, the doctor is running two hours late. I'm pissed. Luckily, I'm pretty high on pain meds.
But then this lady in her 40's comes in and when she finds out there's a wait, starts going ballistic. At first, I was kind of on her side. But then she starts saying things like, "Why do these people get preferential treatment over me?" With her finger pointing at me when she says it, I decide to speak up.
"Look, lady. Everyone in here has been waiting for two hours. We're in the same boat as you. No one is getting faster service. You just got here later." She gives me a glare and sits down, propping her foot up on another chair in the already crowded waiting room.
They call my name to go back and I get the cast put on.
I make my way out to the waiting room to make my next appointment and the lady behind the desk says, "You know, if you don't want to use crutches, we offer these scooters."
Now, if you have never seen these things, they look like something that belongs in the X Games. I know that as immature as I am, I'd probably break the other leg screwing around on this thing. But the lady asks me if I want to try one out really quick in the waiting room. I say, "Sure."
I get on it and it's like a BMX bike. Hand brakes and everything. I start whipping around on this thing and it is cool. But 30 seconds in, I can already tell I'm not mature enough for this thing. I cut the wheel to turn around and I almost roll it. But I save myself.... by crashing into a chair.... the one that the crabby lady had propped her leg up on.
She is pissed.
I grab my stuff, hop on my crutches and we leave.
Turns out that scooter is like $200 and insurance doesn't cover it.
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Well, today is my first day back at work. And I never noticed how big or how many stairs are in my building. I get into work, laptop bag wrapped around me, crutches going and after about 200 yards, I realize I am winded. Damn near spent. But I know I'm almost to my desk, so I persevere.
It's at that point my crutch catches the carpet wrong and I tumble to the floor in a painful mess.
A guy comes running over to me and asks if I'm all right. I tell him yes, but my pride is a little hurt. He then tells me that I should look into one of those scooter things. "You can avoid hurting yourself or others if you had one of those."
Little does he know....
Anyway, that's how I spent my Spring Break. (Sorry if the story is all over the place. I'm still pretty hopped up on pain meds as of today.)
I had literally been outside a good 10 minutes at this point. A huge tree limb had fallen into our yard during the winter ice storm and I was trying to clean it up. It was so big, but it was caught in some vines, kind of just hanging there. It looked very dangerous. So I grabbed a hold of it and figured I'd give it a good hard tug, hoping to break it free. I moved to the side so it didn't fall on me and with all of my might, I gave it a pull.
I really thought it would have given a little more resistance. Or at least some, really. But it didn't. And when I pulled it, I fell back to the ground. The whole event happened in slow motion. As I fell to the ground, my body crumpled in a way where my ankle bent, but my face fell towards my ankle. In my lifetime, I've had great seats to some sporting events. It's amazing how you can really hear the sounds of the game the closer you are. Well, for this incident, I had the best seat possible. Because my face was so close to my leg that when it snapped in two places, I was able to hear the crack like it was two twigs breaking. It was actually quite loud.
Immediately, I knew it was broken. As I laid in the back yard, leg throbbing, I realized I was alone. I pulled out my phone and called my GF and told her what I had done. She was about 30 minutes from home. "Call 911", she said. I scoffed at the idea. That crap ain't cheap. So instead, I got on Facebook and asked if anyone was around because I was laying in my backyard with a broken leg.
No one was close enough. Luckily, though, a lot of them had the time to tell me to get off of Facebook and get help. Very helpful.
With the last bit of energy I had, I slowly began to try and crawl along the grass. I'd say I probably made it a good inch or two before the pain from my leg forced me to stop. And with that, I waved the white flag and called 911.
When the ambulance arrived, I felt like a moron. Laying on the ground in the back yard waving to the paramedics as they made their way back.
I got my first ambulance ride ever, which was cool. Driver asked "Lights and siren?" To which I replied, "Sure. Why not? Let's have a little fun." He said, "I was actually talking to my co-worker next to you, but if you want it, I'm all for it."
Turns out I broke my fibula.
On Monday, I went to go get the cast put on. Sitting in the waiting room, the doctor is running two hours late. I'm pissed. Luckily, I'm pretty high on pain meds.
But then this lady in her 40's comes in and when she finds out there's a wait, starts going ballistic. At first, I was kind of on her side. But then she starts saying things like, "Why do these people get preferential treatment over me?" With her finger pointing at me when she says it, I decide to speak up.
"Look, lady. Everyone in here has been waiting for two hours. We're in the same boat as you. No one is getting faster service. You just got here later." She gives me a glare and sits down, propping her foot up on another chair in the already crowded waiting room.
They call my name to go back and I get the cast put on.
I make my way out to the waiting room to make my next appointment and the lady behind the desk says, "You know, if you don't want to use crutches, we offer these scooters."
Now, if you have never seen these things, they look like something that belongs in the X Games. I know that as immature as I am, I'd probably break the other leg screwing around on this thing. But the lady asks me if I want to try one out really quick in the waiting room. I say, "Sure."
I get on it and it's like a BMX bike. Hand brakes and everything. I start whipping around on this thing and it is cool. But 30 seconds in, I can already tell I'm not mature enough for this thing. I cut the wheel to turn around and I almost roll it. But I save myself.... by crashing into a chair.... the one that the crabby lady had propped her leg up on.
She is pissed.
I grab my stuff, hop on my crutches and we leave.
Turns out that scooter is like $200 and insurance doesn't cover it.
----
Well, today is my first day back at work. And I never noticed how big or how many stairs are in my building. I get into work, laptop bag wrapped around me, crutches going and after about 200 yards, I realize I am winded. Damn near spent. But I know I'm almost to my desk, so I persevere.
It's at that point my crutch catches the carpet wrong and I tumble to the floor in a painful mess.
A guy comes running over to me and asks if I'm all right. I tell him yes, but my pride is a little hurt. He then tells me that I should look into one of those scooter things. "You can avoid hurting yourself or others if you had one of those."
Little does he know....
Anyway, that's how I spent my Spring Break. (Sorry if the story is all over the place. I'm still pretty hopped up on pain meds as of today.)
