Wish me luck.

Cane wibbled:

Yup - it got the 'rear gunner' [1] only last week.

[1] mate of my old man's - was a rear gunner in Lancasters - fell out
of bed, broke his leg, carted off to hospital only to be killed by
C-Dif.

 

Forgot to attach his parachute?

 

Cane's been circumseyesed?


--
Beav

VN 750
Zed 1000
OMF# 19

 

Trust the NHS to do what FLAK couldn't.
--
Dave
GS850x2 XS650 SE6a

"It's a moron working with power tools.
How much more suspenseful can you get?"
- House

 

Well that was a thoroughly unpleasant experience, only redeemed by the
look on J's face as they wheeled me out of the operating theatre with
blood dribbling out of my eyes. At least I can see again now, although
it's a bit like looking through net curtains.

If anyone ever tries to inject you in the lower eyelid, punch them hard
then run away. Upper eyelids are fine, but lower eyelids - big fucking
ouch.


--
Krusty
www.MuddyStuff.co.uk
Off-Road Classifieds

'02 MV Senna '03 Tiger 955i '96 Tiger '79 Fantic Hiro 250

 

Sounds like having cortisone injections in the knuckles. Having them in
the knee was OK (didn't hurt at all!) but having them into the knuckles
hurt like hell!

Phil

 

Pah. I'll see your ugly, swollen knuckles and raise you my twisted,
misshapen spine.

The jabs for the locals were OK, but the puncturing with the bigger
needle was ... odd. Then when I saw the BIG needle on the stainless
syringe I wanted to punch and run, but my legs wouldn't work. The
entry of the BIG needle was excruciating, but the feeling as it
scraped between vertebrae was the most peculiar thing I'd ever felt.

The feeling of the saline being pumped into my spine was oddly
pleasant, apart from the 'electrical' shooting pains down my legs and
into my feet. Reinsertion of the BIG needle was a repeat of the first
time, followed by an oddly pleasant swooshing as the cortisone was
pumped into my spine.

Then the quack told me I had 30 minutes to get home and lie down ...
"and take three of these and go to sleep. It's for the best" wasn't
the most reassuring thing I've ever heard a medic say.

I won't be going back.

 

Right.

I was lying in intensive care with a chest drain in on the right side,
and on lots of morphine due to the nine broken ribs, the eight crushed
vertebrae and the shattered sternum. After a few days the pain was
reducing slightly, so they changed the morphine pump dosage;
unfortunately the droid from the 'pain clinic' fucked up, so it warm't
actually delivering anything for a few hours.

At about the same time, they'd got a bit suspicious about a shadow on
the left side of the chest, so had wheeled me down for another scan
(can't remember what sort it was) and concluded that the left lung was
also in partial collapse. So that'll be needing a chest drain in that
side as well then (fluid pressure builds up between the lung and the
chest wall, making the breathing even more difficult and risking
infection).

So this is a job done under local; OK, so they gave me half an hour's
notice, and I tried to get the pain people to give me some extra
morphine in advance, knowing it was likely to hurt. Not sure whether
anything was forthcoming, but in any case it was too little too late,
as I was soon to find out.

So the local worked quite well - as they cut the skin with a scalpel I
felt no pain at all; as they cut tissue between the ribs with a pair
of tough-cut scissors I felt some odd grating/cutting sensations, but
still no pain.

No, the pain didn't really start until they started to push what felt
like a hosepipe (a tube slightly less than 1cm in diameter) between my
ribs. I swear there were one or two people in the next town that
didn't hear my scream as the tube forced the ribs apart and tore its
way into the chest cavity - the surgeon certainly did, but he was too
busy trying to dodge the bloody liquid that spurted out from round the
tube as the built-up pressure finally found an exit and sprayed all
over the room. I don't think he was quite expecting that.

It wasn't until a couple of hours later that the morphine ****-up was
discovered and I was finally able to relax a bit.

Well, I hope I won't find myself in that position again either.

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When the bloke pushed the plunger, did't it feel like motlen lead being
poured down the inside of your leg(s)? That's the only way I've been able to
describe the feeling when I had three of the fuckers. I was stood up at the
time, but it wasn't long after that I was laying down.

I was given similar advice. Pretty clever considering I was an hour away
from home at the time.

I didn't either. Pain (some) I can live with, but I'm not taking myself to
the paingiver, he can **** right off.

I've only taken an average of 12 PK's every day since 1085. I suspect I may
be addicted to them now


--
Beav

VN 750
Zed 1000
OMF# 19

 

Well, it was cold, then hot - then both.

After 4,042,740 tablets, I'm surprised you don't rattle. More than
you do.

 

No, no. I can see that. <wince>

Funnily enough, as I was tapping at my bit, I thought of you.

 

You're so straight.

 

Left or right hand thread?

--
Beav

VN 750
Zed 1000
OMF# 19

 

I got no cold sensation, but the hot was too fucking hot to even *thin*
about going through it again.

I thought he was joking, the ****.

**** me you can be a right **** I just saw the 1085, which should've
been 1985. Still a shit load of tabs though.

Twat.


--
Beav

VN 750
Zed 1000
OMF# 19