Need Advice....Shattered Ankle?
In 2004 I fell and shattered my ankle..I have screws and plate in the both sides of my left ankle..things aren't going well with it as come to find out there are more problems with my foot..the doctor who did the surgery told me that there is nothing more that he can do so he sent me for a second opinion.. this doctor gave me pain patches to wear that did help some but I can feel my foot getting worse and it scares me..My daughter called me because she knows someone who did the same thing and his doctor told him that the plate and screws have to come out after a year because the bone does heal...they can't remove mine as I did alot of damage..they said the next step would to take out the nerve in my foot...would it be worth it to do or just learn to live with this pain..been having alot of spasms in my foot at night and it is really bothersome..I am also afraid of losing my foot but if I have to then it needs to be done...has anyone out there had this done??
What does it feel like to break a bone?
It hurts and causes and unmistakable sound.I was in my early twenties when I was hanging out with my sister and her boyfriend at my parents. We were playing Nintendo, having a few beers and low key partying when I thought it would be a good idea to have some rough and tumble play with my sisters boyfriend (a 6ft4 and 190 lbs giant of a man), we both intended the fight as simply drunken fun but he lost control of himself, picked me up and threw me to the ground… CRACK!! CRACK!!..As I was thrown down my foot landed awkwardly and got twisted violently upon impacting the ground. I knew not only from the unmistakable sound but also from the constant, unrelenting, sharp and dull throbbing that I had probably broken my ankle. I had never broken a bone before and although I was sure it was likely broken I didn’t want to believe it and tried to convince myself it wasnt.My sister and her boyfriend, both freaking out, tried to convince me it was only a sprain insisted that because I could move my ankle and even put full body weight on it there was no way it was fractured. I continued hanging out but I was unable to get myself back into the partying spirit knowing something just wasn’t right. A look at my ankle again a few hours later revealed a badly swollen ankle still in 7/10 pain.The next day I went and got an xray and was told I had a spiral fracture of the right fubula but that it was stable. I did not require surgery and was put in an air cast, told not to put weight on it. Pain was terrible for the first 2–3 days but after two weeks the pain was only present when bumping or putting weight on my foot. After 4 week I was much better and xray showed I was almost fully healed.Don’t break a bone if you can help it, it sucks. Also no wrestling with people past the age of 18, especially when alcohol is involved lmao.
What painting techniques have been used in this Winslow Homer's painting?
It's a watercolour. From; http://www.artic.edu/aic/collections/exh... In After the Hurricane, Bahamas Homer depicts a luckless man washed up on the beach, surrounded by fragments of his shattered craft. The splintered boat testifies to the severity of the hurricane, even as black clouds recede into the distance and sunlight begins to glimmer. Frothy whitecaps and a surprising stroke of emerald green in the middle distance suggest an ocean that is gradually calming itself. Homer used thin washes and fluid brushstrokes to render the waves, setting up a contrast to dry land, where he employed thickly applied opaque red and yellow pigments for the seaweed tossed upon the sand. Initially, Homer had painted the man’s arm bent at the elbow, cradling his head in a more lifelike way. Preferring to leave his physical condition ambiguous, he scraped away paint in the area of the elbow and foreshortened the arm.
How did you seriously injure yourself?
In early 2016, I awoke and headed for the kitchen to get a drink of water. My husband had left a “baby gate" leaning against the wall and my little toe got caught in it and I hit the refrigerator/freezer so hard that I left a dent in it.When I regained consciousness, I was on my stomach and couldn't breathe. I finally flipped myself over so I could get a good breath and the pain from breaking my right shoulder was beyond intense. I didn't think anything could hurt worse than kidney stones. I wailed like a banshee. I knew I had yet another concussion and there was blood flowing from somewhere. I broke a few ribs, my right shoulder, my little toe and shattered my left elbow.My husband finally heard me and took me to a hospital. I was put in a room and given pain medication which I didn't realize I was allergic to.I was sent home, but before I could have my shoulder mended, I began to have seizures of unknown origin. So, back to hospital. I had 5 Grande Mal seizures and continued having Petit Mal seizures for some time.I was finally released and was put on all sorts of medications (many of which I was allergic to) to try to control the seizures. My wee dog, Nola, knew when I was going to seize and would warn me. She kept me from further harm, sweet girl.Then the kidney stones decided to start moving. I was so drugged, I couldn't think straight. It was all pretty dreadful, but could have been much worse. I had a light stroke that left my entire left side numb for about a month. Nola was with me at all times.It was a rough couple of years, but I am now seizure free and my memory is back. It was quite frightening to not be able to remember the correct words and not be able to annunciate properly. Now, I'm back to whatever is considered “normal”. I have an awesome neurologist.I can tell when the weather is going to change or we're going to have a storm. But, as I wrote earlier, it all could have been so much worse. I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia finally and I am finally getting treatment for it. Aging is not for the faint of heart. Today, a kid checking my groceries for me asked if I attended Woodstock. I turned 12 that weekend. I remember it well. While thousands of young people were making their way to Max Yasgur's farm, my family was evacuating for Hurricane Camille (a category 5 storm). She tore up the Parish I grew up in and most of us lost our homes. That's a birthday I've never forgotten. My gifts blew away with our house. Oh, well. Such is life…
What does it feel like to get stabbed?
I’ve been stabbed 3 times. The first time was an accident in middle school. A classmate hit me with her bag and there was a pencil sticking out the bottom of it. That’s when I discovered what I call my birth defect. I don’t feel pain normally. I got home, took off my jacket and it felt like it snagged on something. My dad was there and he turned green. I asked if he was ok and he said, “look at your arm”. There, sticking out of my arm was 2 inches of broken pencil.The second time was in a fight in NYC. Someone pulled a knife on me and I put my hand up. The knife went through my right hand. I’m a lefty, and wasn’t using a computer mouse yet. I pulled my hand back, looked at it, pulled the knife out of it, and buried it in the attackers’ butt. He ran away screaming like a shark just bit his leg off. (pussy)The third time was again in a fight in NYC. I was checking IDs at a bar in Queens and a kid (drunk, the best kind of attacker) stabbed me in the leg. It was a fairly fleshy part, and he missed my femoral artery, so that was good. He turned to run away and I gave him his knife back - in his ass, again. I bet he couldn’t sit for a month.The leg hurt a bit, but the others either completely missed nerves, or, like I said, my birth defect handled the pain for me. The only time I REALLY felt the pain from these was when I rinsed the wounds with hydrogen peroxide. THAT hurt.
How does it feel when airbags deploy during an accident?
Oh, I know this one!I once rented a car (a ford Fiesta) in Italy and needed to drive 1′000 Km round trip in a day. I ended up driving over a big lump of iron which was on the motorway and flipping the car - ultimately reducing it to a battered collection of individual parts.The airbag went off (well, plural. They all did). And they are probably why I am still alive today. But having an airbag go off in your face is not a fun thing. Due to the adrenaline flood, I was probably holding onto the steering wheel with a grip hard enough to leave imprints in the plastic, so the airbag went off from the middle of the steering wheel and “whumped” me solidly in the chest, pinning me to the driver’s seat. At that time, I wore a watch with a metal wristband which clipped open, but the two sections of the watch strap didn’t come apart (a sort of “Z”-shaped section folded flat when closed). My watch had been pushed all the way up my arm and was solidly lodged (after much scraped skin) around my bicep. NowI’m no body builder, but there is a massive difference in circumference between my bicep and my wrist. So although the strap had opened, it took a boltcutter-type thing in hospital (and much pinching of my skin, accompanied by loud swearing in Italian both from me and from the doctor) to get the darned thing off.So it’s a hard hit. Airbags are not soft, fluffy, pillow-like things. In order for them to dampen the impact and to catch an 80 kg body and prevent it from worse damage, they inflate hard and fast. They have to. I was strapped in, which of course helped, but I still ended up shattering my left shoulder, shoulder blade and assorted other bones. But that was not from the airbag, but because I was presumably leaning my elbow on the armrest when the car slammed into the wall sideways.But after that experience, it makes me very nervous when I see front-seat passengers with their feet up on the airbag, and I won’t start the car if you do that with me, as I kind of dislike the idea of extracting your knees from your skull if the airbag goes off. Seriously, this is a really bad idea. Take it from me.Question as answered: What is it like to have the airbags go off?