paulthenurse
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So on T-Day afternoon we're at Al's brothers house for round two. They live in NJ so we don't get there that often. Anyways, I don't ever remember seeing the trampoline in the back yard but they tell me it's always been there. So more than a little fortified with holiday cheer I climb up on the trampoline and started testing the springs for failure potential. (For those of you who've met me, you know what I mean. For those who haven't, lets just say my fat ass jumping up and down probably exceeded the "designed capacity." So I have a lot of fun, made everyone laugh, managed to do a flip, and didn't break anything.
As expected I woke up on Friday morning more than a little sore. No big deal, I used to feel the exact same way after playing a game of hockey in goal. (Although the trampoline has a bit more bounce than ice you get to wear a lot of pads.) The weird thing is my left elbow is the size of a baseball. Didn't hurt, not a bit of pain, just a big lump sticking out. You have these fluid filled sacs in your joints called bursa and I must have landed on mine just right (wrong) and it started to swell up big time. OK, NBD, the swelling will go away. It's not like I broke anything, right? I don't have a mark on me, absolutely no breaks in the skin for buggies to get in.
So by that night I'm nauseous, my arm is throbbing and I've got a fever. We got home to her Mom's after out day out and I go to bed by 7pm. Saturday morning we drive home and my arm is really bugging me. I can't straighten it out and I can't bend it. It's THROBBING and I'm burning up. As we get closer to home I call the hospital where I work to see who's the doc on in the ED that night. Well, the two who are on I wouldn't let take care of my dog, so I suck it up and go to bed. I wake up around around 7pm and call again. Luck was with me and the best guy in the dept was on, so I drive down there.
I've got a fever of 103, my arm is red and swollen from my shoulder to midway down my forearm, and I'm just sicker than sheet. I didn't even care that my collegues in the ED, where I worked for the past 10 years, are having great fun at my expense. At least they were until I took my shirt off and they got a look at my arm. My CBC showed a white count of 17 thousand! (Normal is 5-10)
My friend Steve tapped the elbow and took out 20 cc of puss. Nasty looking stuff like that ain't supposed to come out of you! So they start me on three different antibiotics, to cover staff, MRSA and all the anerobic nasties that are rolling around out there. They wanted to admit me but I opted to go home to the bugs that I know and love, no-one who is sick should be in a hospital, there are WAY too many nasties growing there. Besides my wife is a nurse practitioner, she'll keep me alive, right?
Today my fever is down under 100 and I don't feel like my eyes are going to pop out of my head. My arm is a little less swollen and the redness might be receeding. Of course all those antibiotics are making my crap my brains out, but at least I still have an arm and can still wipe my own arse. I went to see my PCP today and he told me to go buy a lottery ticket on my way home, I'm pretty damned lucky and might want to ride the streak.
Weird sheet, Mon.
So thank you to all the drug companies out there. You charge way too much for your stuff but this week, for me, it's worth it.
PTN
As expected I woke up on Friday morning more than a little sore. No big deal, I used to feel the exact same way after playing a game of hockey in goal. (Although the trampoline has a bit more bounce than ice you get to wear a lot of pads.) The weird thing is my left elbow is the size of a baseball. Didn't hurt, not a bit of pain, just a big lump sticking out. You have these fluid filled sacs in your joints called bursa and I must have landed on mine just right (wrong) and it started to swell up big time. OK, NBD, the swelling will go away. It's not like I broke anything, right? I don't have a mark on me, absolutely no breaks in the skin for buggies to get in.
So by that night I'm nauseous, my arm is throbbing and I've got a fever. We got home to her Mom's after out day out and I go to bed by 7pm. Saturday morning we drive home and my arm is really bugging me. I can't straighten it out and I can't bend it. It's THROBBING and I'm burning up. As we get closer to home I call the hospital where I work to see who's the doc on in the ED that night. Well, the two who are on I wouldn't let take care of my dog, so I suck it up and go to bed. I wake up around around 7pm and call again. Luck was with me and the best guy in the dept was on, so I drive down there.
I've got a fever of 103, my arm is red and swollen from my shoulder to midway down my forearm, and I'm just sicker than sheet. I didn't even care that my collegues in the ED, where I worked for the past 10 years, are having great fun at my expense. At least they were until I took my shirt off and they got a look at my arm. My CBC showed a white count of 17 thousand! (Normal is 5-10)
My friend Steve tapped the elbow and took out 20 cc of puss. Nasty looking stuff like that ain't supposed to come out of you! So they start me on three different antibiotics, to cover staff, MRSA and all the anerobic nasties that are rolling around out there. They wanted to admit me but I opted to go home to the bugs that I know and love, no-one who is sick should be in a hospital, there are WAY too many nasties growing there. Besides my wife is a nurse practitioner, she'll keep me alive, right?
Today my fever is down under 100 and I don't feel like my eyes are going to pop out of my head. My arm is a little less swollen and the redness might be receeding. Of course all those antibiotics are making my crap my brains out, but at least I still have an arm and can still wipe my own arse. I went to see my PCP today and he told me to go buy a lottery ticket on my way home, I'm pretty damned lucky and might want to ride the streak.
Weird sheet, Mon.
So thank you to all the drug companies out there. You charge way too much for your stuff but this week, for me, it's worth it.
PTN