I went to the best sports injury guy at Lankenau when I tore my ACL and MCL playing rugby. He had pictures of the Famous Athletes he fixed on the walls of his office.
Now it eerily foreshadows the office of the Multi-Level-Marketing scam that I was sucked into a few years later. Sme "experts" in their field, out for 10 grand of mine. The stench of snake oil. A typical high pressure, high priced sales office. Impressive pictures on the wall which ease the Rubes mind. "Just sign here. Jethro."
This was the first time the medical establishment screwed me when suprise suprise suprise! Blue Cross did not pay for my Torture Machine. Their bill collectors were very good at their job. And I guess somewhere on the form it said something about I would pick up the difference between the bills on uncovered portions of the bill. Such an Elegant Scam! Bravo for profit healthcare! You got me again!
A small dude tried to tackle me in a rugby game and had his weight on my ankle and one simple twist of my knee as I tried to escape and I felt the cables in my leg snap. The swelling began almost instantly and my knee was approaching a volleyball in size. This is what encourages me now. What with my new heinous injury, the swelling when you really EFF something up is big time, and this time the swelling is control-able with creek water and elevation. This swelling is worrisome, but manageable.
Anyway I decided to take the sub-dural and watch the surgery.
The other doctor gave her a shiny sticker and told her how proud he was of her, how good she was getting at the job, and did she remember how "last time on Bring your daughter to work day she had paralyzed that Pakistani.? "
"go grab a juice box now honey while daddy finishes his work and check out the time of that matinee"
They give me something to sleep and heal and I wake up sweating and in agony. My leg is strapped into a machine that bends it every minute or so and my knee is not happy about it. Its like a million tiny knives , needles and bees being shoved in as it bends my knee again and again. I call the nurse and they explain how the morphine button works, but that doesn't help at all. The machine is called a "Continual passive motion machine "and I guess it's supposed to help with making the patient feel as much pain as possible in order to hook him on pharmaceutical solutions to extreme pain.
They sent the machine home with me and I went through 2 weeks worth of hydrocodone in two days. When I finally got through to the doctors office on Monday morning, frantic and sweaty he told me the machine should not have been set at a 60 degree bend and the 30 degrees was fine. What is 2 days worth of severely sweaty painful suffering worth you lawyers out there? I think I missed a big payday here. But I am not a suer. I am a survivor. I grit my teeth when pain comes my way.
A little note on hydrocodone. I don't see what the appeal is BRETT FAVRE. It makes you itch and it constipates you something wicked. I would rather have my daily bliss and grit my teeth and deal with the pain. Life is how you deal with pain. I grit my teeth. Pills are for weaklings and junkies.
Now it eerily foreshadows the office of the Multi-Level-Marketing scam that I was sucked into a few years later. Sme "experts" in their field, out for 10 grand of mine. The stench of snake oil. A typical high pressure, high priced sales office. Impressive pictures on the wall which ease the Rubes mind. "Just sign here. Jethro."
This was the first time the medical establishment screwed me when suprise suprise suprise! Blue Cross did not pay for my Torture Machine. Their bill collectors were very good at their job. And I guess somewhere on the form it said something about I would pick up the difference between the bills on uncovered portions of the bill. Such an Elegant Scam! Bravo for profit healthcare! You got me again!
FU Doctors!
A small dude tried to tackle me in a rugby game and had his weight on my ankle and one simple twist of my knee as I tried to escape and I felt the cables in my leg snap. The swelling began almost instantly and my knee was approaching a volleyball in size. This is what encourages me now. What with my new heinous injury, the swelling when you really EFF something up is big time, and this time the swelling is control-able with creek water and elevation. This swelling is worrisome, but manageable.
Anyway I decided to take the sub-dural and watch the surgery.
NEVER DO THIS!
To get the needle into my spine took 5 tries!
FU Doctors!
The lady with the needle said that "your back is very muscular" as she tried to stab it into my spinal chord and missed for the second time.
I'm there in the paper gown in the shivering cold operating theater and shes telling me to hug my knees closer to my chest so she can try again. "you may feel a little sting" Five little stings later she finallydid her job. The other doctor gave her a shiny sticker and told her how proud he was of her, how good she was getting at the job, and did she remember how "last time on Bring your daughter to work day she had paralyzed that Pakistani.? "
"go grab a juice box now honey while daddy finishes his work and check out the time of that matinee"
They give me something to sleep and heal and I wake up sweating and in agony. My leg is strapped into a machine that bends it every minute or so and my knee is not happy about it. Its like a million tiny knives , needles and bees being shoved in as it bends my knee again and again. I call the nurse and they explain how the morphine button works, but that doesn't help at all. The machine is called a "Continual passive motion machine "and I guess it's supposed to help with making the patient feel as much pain as possible in order to hook him on pharmaceutical solutions to extreme pain.
They sent the machine home with me and I went through 2 weeks worth of hydrocodone in two days. When I finally got through to the doctors office on Monday morning, frantic and sweaty he told me the machine should not have been set at a 60 degree bend and the 30 degrees was fine. What is 2 days worth of severely sweaty painful suffering worth you lawyers out there? I think I missed a big payday here. But I am not a suer. I am a survivor. I grit my teeth when pain comes my way.
A little note on hydrocodone. I don't see what the appeal is BRETT FAVRE. It makes you itch and it constipates you something wicked. I would rather have my daily bliss and grit my teeth and deal with the pain. Life is how you deal with pain. I grit my teeth. Pills are for weaklings and junkies.
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