Didn't quit and not dead but.......

Didn't quit and not dead but.......
« on: May 01, 2013, 04:42 PM »
was trapped in hospital and confined to a bed for over three weeks..no access to internet)...just got home released and medivan'd home this afternoon.....will update later with horrifying stories, disgusting pictures and some actual (although not very good) artwork after I get some rest



....and I think my leg might be haunted now.
-draw like you love it.... not like your mom told you to do it-

Re: Didn't quit and not dead but.......
« Reply #1 on: May 01, 2013, 04:49 PM »
Oh shit, sorry to hear that man. I hope you're doing better!

Re: Didn't quit and not dead but.......
« Reply #2 on: May 01, 2013, 05:00 PM »
Oh my god, I honestly thought you might have died because you were talking about doing the monthly drawing thing ... Then disappeared. Glad you aren't dead!

Re: Didn't quit and not dead but.......
« Reply #3 on: May 01, 2013, 05:03 PM »
Oh no! Glad to hear you're okay!
Kittens wearins mittens

Re: Didn't quit and not dead but.......
« Reply #4 on: May 01, 2013, 05:25 PM »
I'm so glad you're okay! What happened, man?

Re: Didn't quit and not dead but.......
« Reply #5 on: May 03, 2013, 03:19 PM »
So, on April the 10th I was involved in a scuffle with a crackhead at work and during the scuffule I managed to fracture my left knee and left leg leg in three additional places.....I was subsequently hospitalized and confined to a bed for three weeks.

There was a whole hell of a lot of pain and I would not wish being trapped invalid in a hospital for three weeks on many...but I am finally home now and can now rest and repair myself physically and mentally.

I have some photos(a bit gritty) and believe it not some artwork to share.....but be kind....I am still under heavy medication and haven't picked up a pencil in months....so the following little comic strip is crap and I know it...it was more about slapping it half-assedly together than producing anything aesthetically appropriate....I will post up some of the other doodles I have been doing as well...which I hope is better and would appreciate a review of elsewhere.

 
-draw like you love it.... not like your mom told you to do it-

Re: Didn't quit and not dead but.......
« Reply #6 on: May 03, 2013, 03:38 PM »
Day 1:
          leg is broken during scuffle and leg in floppin around like a dead fish   halfway below my knee....pain is like a hot knife in my brain
         
          i)Arrive to ER in immense pain after hitting every pothole on the way.
          ii)Am held in ER waitng Room by a woman the spitting image of primary  school principal from movie; Uncle Buck

she holds me in ER waitng room without pain medication for close to 30 mins. until I threaten to stab her with a pen
          iii)Am diagnosed as having fractured my leg in 4 places and am finally given somthing for pain....fractures are severe and will require extensive reconstructive surgery and if I am lucky I might not be permanently crippled
          iv)Am told that they will need to knock me unconscious to re-allign and brace the bones in my leg
          v)After regaining consciousness am informed that surgery will not be possible for at least another 2-3 weeks due to extensive trauma to surrounding tissue due to swelling (and eventual fracture blistering which I did not find out about until later)
          vi)Am put up over night in Hospital and am awaitng further reveiw and word from Orthepedic Surgery Dept. in morning.

to be cont.
-draw like you love it.... not like your mom told you to do it-

Re: Didn't quit and not dead but.......
« Reply #7 on: May 03, 2013, 03:47 PM »
Oh my GOSH! That sounds horrible!

Re: Didn't quit and not dead but.......
« Reply #8 on: May 03, 2013, 03:47 PM »
holy shit Wei that's horrible. Hope your leg is doing better.

Re: Didn't quit and not dead but.......
« Reply #9 on: May 03, 2013, 04:54 PM »
Oh my god, I get wobbly just reading that. I'm glad you're back though dude, it's not void without you!

Re: Didn't quit and not dead but.......
« Reply #10 on: May 03, 2013, 06:28 PM »
Week 1: the less said the better....but the following would apply, pain, more pain, even more pain, torture, incompetance, malpractice, etc.

Day 6: after 5 days of complaining that splinted braces are not sufficient to allow me to move, much less go home to nurses, physio and junior surgical team....
....EDIT: this does not stop them from forcing me to try...causing me great pain and duress during multiple sessions over each day every day...blood pressure is running too high...during one 'session' blood.pressure goes over 200 and I collapse just shy of stroking out, heart complications or even death....i am quite sure they are not fully aware of my actual condition or that fractures are still untreated or.properly secure and.are.dismissing.outright what I try to tell them until I almost died that is....then the myriad of ' drones and minor functionaries actually snap out of it after that
...senior staff finally appear and decide after inspecting under brace to perform minor surgery and instal an external bracket to long metal rods drilled into my bones thru my legs;

am able to see my leg underneath brace for first time since ER; and now totally understand why surgery is impossible for at least another week or more
WARNING !!!!!! PICTURES ARE VERY ICKY!!!!!!!!!!








these are the fractures blisters I was not previously aware of until this moment....they are unusually severe...rescident surgeons and nurses are hounding me and wanting to take a look and take pictures all day from 7:00 a.m. until after 8:00 pm in hallway before installation of external bracket;






blisters go from below calf almost completely down to ankle and almost completely cover entire area as well as underside of calf...with varying degrees of age, swelling, colour(ambers to orangess to reds) and size......looks to me like someone tried to bake a lasagna on my leg

EDIT: I also believe the trauma to have been worsened by my multiple attempts to stand or move during the fight...crackhead was still trying to attack me while I was on the ground....and also by the rough attempts of physio to get me mobile and discharged before surgery despite refusal and resistance on my part


don't worry...more disgusting and horrible facts to come
« Last Edit: May 07, 2013, 04:06 AM by Wei Ingnan »
-draw like you love it.... not like your mom told you to do it-

Re: Didn't quit and not dead but.......
« Reply #11 on: May 03, 2013, 07:35 PM »
Hollllyyyy... I didn't even know that was a thing that happened with fractures... I can't even .. I don't.... Have words.

Re: Didn't quit and not dead but.......
« Reply #12 on: May 03, 2013, 07:52 PM »
Into the reference folder it goes.  Your pain was not in vain.

Re: Didn't quit and not dead but.......
« Reply #13 on: May 03, 2013, 08:03 PM »
Leave it to William_Duel to use another person's intense pain for his own nefarious purposes. But seriously, Wei, that's terrible! And fascinating, but horrifying!

Re: Didn't quit and not dead but.......
« Reply #14 on: May 03, 2013, 08:10 PM »
That is crazy. I hope you're feeling better.

Into the reference folder it goes.  Your pain was not in vain.

I'm sure that makes it all worthwhile for Wei.

Re: Didn't quit and not dead but.......
« Reply #15 on: May 03, 2013, 08:15 PM »
Into the reference folder it goes.  Your pain was not in vain.

You mean the fap folder?

Re: Didn't quit and not dead but.......
« Reply #16 on: May 03, 2013, 08:37 PM »
That's one hell of a scuffle you went through, jeez.

Re: Didn't quit and not dead but.......
« Reply #17 on: May 04, 2013, 02:00 PM »
Day 6 continued: after being off food and drink since 12 midnight and waiting with brace sliced open since before 7:00 am I am waiting to see if I am able to be squeezed into schedule for installation of external bracket
Starting to get worried because it is getting close to end of day for surgery and pain from leg swelling out of brace is proving to strong for meds to handle and if something isn't done I won't be able to sleep

Hospital is far from quiet, other patients on floor are frequently crying or screaming out from pain or dementia and staff themselves are shockingly loud at all hours.......not to mention regular patient checks every three hours for temperature, pulse & pressure as well as medication and injections....whether you are asleep or not.....and your roomate(s) are not necessarily on the same three hour block as so you also can't sleep or woken then too. Or if your new roomate is a deaf senile 81 year old man who refuses to wear his perfectly function hearing aids...and must have all conversations at top volume ALL day during 8to8 and all night with nurses.

Before 8:00pm they inform me that they are ready for me and transfer me in my bed down to Surgery...loose track of time while waiting in hallway and fall asleep....very quiet and dark..temperature is cold and comfortable....just as well...place is creepy...seems like a lesser used area and as I am starting to have hallucinations it is much worse

Woken up by nurse and anesthesiologist, go thru preliminary questions and within 20 min. Am on alien autopsy table strapped down due to my size and knocked unconscious...try to remain calm...still hallucinatinating a little bit


I am later told surgery took place over the next two and a half hours.....I am transferred back into bed while still unconscious and wheeled into postoperative recovery room....I am brought out of anesthetic hearing something about 'mexican food' & `cloning' and then I think they just cloned me while I am thrust into the worst pain I have ever felt in my life....I don't even have a sense of self or where I am......Just overwhelming pain.....after completely out of anesthetic I am progressively dosed with increasing amounts of pain medication....over the course of the next hour or so paid is doped away and using compartmentalization and other mental tricks I move past it and piece my pysche back together.....who am I...where am I....what is going on?....everything going was sweep away by pain and had to be put back
Stable...drink(oxygen tube in nose is making throat dry and sore)...food....SLEEP!!!

Very groggy...transferred back upstairs...vison blurry(no eyeglasses allowed during surgery) and REALLY stoned on whatever they pumped into me( "he'so a big guy...give him more if he is still in pain he can handle it)....but something is wrong once we get to floor...nurses are acting weird and people I have never met are getting out of chairs to look at me...is it drugs or is something really wrong?
Arrive in room and slowly become aware that roomate has had a psychotic break either due to meds or after surgery..and is now on 24 watch less than 10 feet away on other side of ridiculous curtain....while screaming and thrashing he manages to repeatedly tear out his oxygen and IV....next three hours unable to sleep as patient continues to try to hurt himself or nurses until he is lashed down to bed(after eigth time tearing out IV and backhanding nurse).
After situation is finally under control....I buzz nurse and ask to speak with head nurse....drug haze finally clearing and I want them to explain what the fuck is going on and why is he not in isolation.

No other beds...no other space..so no attempt to communicate with me was made.....Just dump me in room and keep our fingers crossed....he can't be moved and I can't be moved and hospital policy will not allow for me to quietly dumped in recent room or hallway.....calmly insist that either he is moved or I am moved by exactly 12 noon that very day or I no longer be calm and understanding and will ducking freak out beyond anything they have ever even dreamed of.....old man is still lashed to bed and thrashing and consulting...crying and screaming....sufficient time must have elapsed by 4:00 am....nurses knock him out and then I fall asleep until 7:00 when night nurse magically appears for first time since my return to floor only wake me to check my vitals.....which "oddly" enough are somewhat erratic.

Fall asleep again and am woken by sound of old man's older daughter shouting a conversation to father shortly after 8:00 am.....i begin to question myself as to why and how obvious magical properties of curtain make me invisible and destroy all notion of my presence from the minds of everyone around me.

Sunlight is strong...take photos of leg to stop myself from thoughts of how to kill everyone while completely unable get out of bed and still totally dependant on nurses for pretty much everything...If you don't yell at waitstaff in a restaurant for fear of what might be done to food...additional diplomacy just might be required here...maybe if I could somehow use this magic curtain for my own purposes





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To be continued.....this really is both completely neccesary and selfishly for me....I need to write this out and know that people are seeing it.....so thank you for comments and comisserations .....unfortunately still more to come....photographs of surgery results and as promised a shifty drug haze comic and more drama yet to come
« Last Edit: May 05, 2013, 05:17 AM by Wei Ingnan »
-draw like you love it.... not like your mom told you to do it-

Re: Didn't quit and not dead but.......
« Reply #18 on: May 05, 2013, 08:35 AM »
you crazy old fogey!!!!!!!!!!
Get ready- pop it, let's go.
Enter galactic, you and me,
Enter galactic, you and me.

Re: Didn't quit and not dead but.......
« Reply #19 on: May 05, 2013, 05:00 PM »
Looking forward to the next installment of this horrible story.

Re: Didn't quit and not dead but.......
« Reply #20 on: May 07, 2013, 05:17 AM »
Week 2; after pain from surgery quickly becomes manageable with assistance of heavy regular doses of narcotics and I force them to remove crazy old man; i am able to sleep a few hours at a time provided I wear earplugs and a eyemask...this along with success application of bracket allows me to move leg with only relatively little pain and strain a day or two after surgery

Bruising and swelling is still severe and bones are still broken but they now secured so movement is painful and uncomfortable but now possible...physio and junior surgeons are now all over me every day to get up, get mobile with a 'walker'" and then crutches and get out of hospital and go home to wait until reconstructive surgery is physically possible and I can be squeezed in on an emergency basis

If I recall correctly the following images are 2 or 3 days after the external brackets were installed, the fracture blisters are receeding and flesh is healing quickly thanks to ointment being applied to speed up process.....i think surgery will be possible in a few more days




i feel stronger....I am getting some sleep and am forcing myself to eat despite loss of appetite and absolutely horrible food(I have already lost a lost of weight)....nicotine patches are curbing stress of withdrawal from suddenly breaking my pack a day habit...caffiemce habit another matter..
...talking and comisserating with new roommate who is doing better but is a lot worse off than me in the long run (has been receiving chemo for cancer and was in to have a tumor cut out of the bone in his leg); also is helping.....it feels good to joke and bitch and make small talk with someone who is in similar straits and who is actually paying attention when I am talking to him.....I can move around on one leg using crutches short distances and get to toilet on my own(although thankfully due to lack of food and medication....this has not been an issue beyond a urinal to piss in).....everything hurts but I can do it

However I need all strength and patience I can muster to argue and fight     with staff....they are very keen to kick me out......but must get me to agree to it...they legally cannot refuse care or throw me out in my current condition without my consent...so they keep cajoling and pushing....I have to keep pushing back against more and more people....they keep sending new people at me...and I have to start all over again....but I stay firm...home is not better....too difficult to transport me...too big to stretch out in a normal car or taxi...not strong enough yet to get myself in or out of minivan cab and too big for family or friends or some cab driver(who couldn't give a rat's ass about whether I get hurt or not) to help me ....too many stairs for me to hop up...family too busy to care for me(at least until I become somewhat more capable)..and for what?...only to have to return in a few days for surgeon to give me a once over and schedule surgery a day or two after that....with the same near impossible return trips after that?!...no fucking way thank you very much!!
If you gotta put me somewhere else than put me somewhere else.....rehab hospital....convalescent care(broken down old crazy man ward)...move me to another hospital......don't care....can't go home until stronger and won't go home if I have to keep coming back and forth every couple of days....again and again...over and over....person after person......still tired...still drugged....still suffering.....but resolute with a polite fuck you attitude

Next Installment.....'Wei's Shitty Comic" and we find out how his leg became haunted.


« Last Edit: May 07, 2013, 05:42 AM by Wei Ingnan »
-draw like you love it.... not like your mom told you to do it-

Re: Didn't quit and not dead but.......
« Reply #21 on: May 14, 2013, 05:56 PM »
What happened next??

Re: Didn't quit and not dead but.......
« Reply #22 on: May 14, 2013, 06:53 PM »

Re: Didn't quit and not dead but.......
« Reply #23 on: May 14, 2013, 07:00 PM »
Sorry some days are proving harder than others..trying to lower my dependence/usage of pain medication while still under regular pain and physical therapy.....sometimes I can.feel.the.metal in my body....it is not a pleasant or painless sensation....but I now have a much greater appreciation for the already awesome movie Tetsuo:Iron Man




..also I have been smoking longer than most of you have been alive and I am still trying to quit them at the same time

Will update when I can.....go tell how shitty my shitty scribblings are for now
http://entervoid.com/index.php?topic=12286.0
« Last Edit: May 14, 2013, 07:27 PM by Wei Ingnan »
-draw like you love it.... not like your mom told you to do it-

Re: Didn't quit and not dead but.......
« Reply #24 on: May 15, 2013, 05:34 PM »
Reminds me of when I had to get a load of metal put in my face.

Even after nearly 15 years the screws/plate feel funky as hell in cold weather, and or when I hum a particular frequency.
I'm a walking talking example of "If you don't use it, you lose it."

 


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