Holy Crap Bro! WTF? Why didn't they put you out? I swear I would reached up and strangled someone, no joke. Maxi got in my RC and back out with her busted leg and blown out tarsus. My RC is tall enough that I can sling a Snap-On stool right under it at any point..... This dog is TOUGH!!! My Jeep sits much lower but isn't ready for the road yet. I picked her up in the company van (please don't tell) cause it sits so much lower. BTW, I paid for the gas! I'm not taking advantage of my company.
Wylde, YOU ARE TOUGH if you dealt with that. My G-d man, that was BS. I hope that everthing healed OK after that fiasco.
Joe, it gets even better!
I think the doctors were sadistic sob's that day. Even the nurses "felt" my pain. I can laugh about it now. It was back in '96 when that happened.
For the operation they wanted to keep me awake and just give me an epidural. They even offered to set up a monitor so I could see them operate. I wanted to be put right out for the operation. They said no way. I told them if I'm not out, they don't operate. Then I told them as soon as I hear the saw and drill, I'll probably try to hop off the stretcher. I won.
The night of the operation, the nurse tell me that I'll wake up about 12 hours after the surgery. After the operation, I'm in the recovery room for about 25 minutes when I wake up in agony. My leg is in a cast and my leg is swelling from the operation. Nurse lifts my leg and puts an x-ray plate under me. She clicks the x-ray, lifts my leg to take the plate away and then
DROPS my leg onto the bed. She was too quick and jumped outta the way as I tried to grab her. I woulda probably killed her if I would have got a hold of her. Damn bee-yotch. The other nurses got a good laugh out of it.
For the next day or so I get a demerol shot every 4 hours. Trouble is the shot takes about an hour to kick in and wears off 2 hours before I'm due for the next shot. That afternoon I start re-hab to get used to crutches and stairs, etc. As they let my leg down and stand me up my leg starts throbbing like a mutha. "Too bad",they say. "Lets get moving." That's day two.
Day three I get to go home. :cheers: They want to change the cast because the front is all nasty and blood soaked. Doc gets the saw and spreaders ready. As soon as he cut the cast, it popped open on its own. He didn't need the spreaders. My leg was that swollen inside the cast. It just went "POP". Doc looks at me and says, "WOW! I bet that feels better!" "Ain't that the truth" I tell him.
I never did go back to get the plates removed. They're still in there.
Wylde1.