I had teeth out, but not wisdom teeth. Back in my braces days they took out the front-most molars. So the four teeth directly behind my pointy teeth were removed, and the braces pushed all the other teeth forwards to fill the gap. That's why my wisdom teeth are in my mouth, and all good! Let me tell you, wisdom teeth are awesome for chewing. They also make you wise, but that's obvious.
Deep down I know I should be ok. Just in case I have left over Vicodin from a previous ailment.
As for my previous injuries, when I was 9 years old I broke my left ankle. I was trying to jump over my neighbor's strawberry patch and my left foot got caught in the wooden frame surrounding the patch. It twisted as I fell to the ground, hence breaking my ankle. I had to wear a cast for several months. It really sucked because I wasn't able to participate in any cool school activities they had. Also all my left shoes were useless. I remember when the cast was removed my left foot compared to my right foot was crazy different. My left foot and ankle were so thin that I thought without the cast it was too fragile for me to put my weight on.
Before my sophomore year in high school, I participated in Summer Basketball. My friends and I would go to our high school gym and either play basketball or do conditioning exercises. One of the exercises was the box step. You basically would just go up and down a box for a few minutes. Sometimes our basketball coach would encourage for us to hold weights to our chest to increase strength. Being a stronger person compared to my friends, I would normally have a 25lb weight in my arms while they held onto 10lbs.
One summer day, while we were doing this exercise I happened to notice my high school crush comes walking into the gym. For some retarded reason I decided that I should try to show off and go faster as he watched us. As I picked up the pace, I lost hold of the 25lb weight. As a natural reflex I try to catch the weight. That's not really a good idea. Needless to say, the weight crushed my left ring finger against the ground. The impact was so hard I don't remember feeling anything. All I noticed as I lifted my hand up was that blood had started to gush out my left finger. I had a pencil line fracture and had to get those finger splints.
I had to wear that finger splint for a few months. I couldn't play the clarinet for a while as well. To make things even more fun, there is a huge picture of me and my friends in our high school year book where I'm drinking a soda with my left hand. You can see the finger splint clear as day. I know it's nothing major, but it was pretty embarrassing when you're in high school.
Also my left ring finger is larger than my right. Whenever I try to wear rings on that finger, I have to get rings in larger sizes.
When I was 19, I almost lost the fleshy part of my left fourth toe. I was walking through my extremely dirty room that had clothes all over the floor. As I tried to dodge stepping on clothes, my left foot stepped right next to my clothes basket. My fourth left toe got caught in one of those rectangular holes on the side of the basket. The basket was made of plastic. As I put my weight down, the fleshy part of the toe put pressure on the edge of the hole. The plastic was fairly sharp so it cut right through it. At first I felt a sharp pain. I thought it was nothing until I saw blood.
My brother rushed me to the hospital, and I had to get stitches. The cut was so deep you could see the bone. I learned from then on to keep my room as clean as possible and to wear house slippers.
When I was a kid, we used to swim and ski in the Green River. We had a ramshackle, jury-rigged, hillbilly dock set up on a bank of the river. My father and his brothers liked to fight on the dock and their boat and throw each other into the water, so it was no big deal one time when my dad threw me into the water from the back of the dock. However, he didn't throw me hard enough, and I hit the forward edge of the dock where, in typical jury-rigged fashion, a huge, jaged, rusty screw was exposed. The back of my my right leg caught on the screw about halfway between my knee and hip and I hung down backward into the water. The screw took out a chunk of my thigh meat and just held me there.
We went to the hospital where I was sewn up. An aspirator was sewn into the wound through which slowly ooozed pus, blood, and gunk for the better portion of a month.
I had my bottom two wisdom teeth removed a few years back, its a weird experience especially when you are awake the whole time. But the doctor left a shard of tooth in my gums and a few months later it made its way to the surface and I pulled it out. I was very surprised to see what it was.
Worst unnecessary medical procedure is circumcision at age 15 But then again my wisdom tooth grew perfectly. So I guess everything worked out perfectly, right? :S
I now realize that the worst injury I've ever had is absolutely nothing compared to the kind of things some of you guys have had to go through.
The most recent surgery I've had was getting a sebaceous cyst removed from my neck. It wasn't a huge infected one, just a small (but noticeable) protruding lump on my neck. I was really nervous about it until the actual procedure, which didn't take all that long. The weirdest thing was that I knew that I was bleeding quite a bit because I could feel the warmth from the blood after the first incision was made, but I wasn't sure if I was just imagining that or not.
...Compared to all of these terrifying stories of pain and serious bodily injuries, that little surgery doesn't seem so bad. Though I am constantly afraid I'll have to have some surgery for my scoliosis at some point in the future.
I had four impacted wisdom teeth. I was told that after being removed I would be in a world of hurt since all four were getting taken out at the same time and all were impacted. After the surgery I felt fine; day after no swelling. I thought I was Mr. Big man who felt no pain. The problem was instead of having swelling and pain my mouth took forever to heal. I bled for two weeks and it took another month and a half after the bleeding stopped for the dents in the back of my mouth to fill up.
Compared to all of these terrifying stories of pain and serious bodily injuries, that little surgery doesn't seem so bad.
I was thinking the same thing. I had to have my gall bladder removed about a month ago, but I healed really fast and was back to eating normal food after about a week. I'm kind of glad that I've managed to avoid horrific injury, though. I need to be healthy and have working limbs more than I need exciting true stories.
There is still a giant lump in my lip to this very day.
Not to sound sick or anything, but could you take a picture or show us. I don't even really care what I'm saying right now because pain is all that I feel or know now that my mandibular third molars are gone.
When I was a senior in high school, I contractedITP, a blood disorder that dangerously lowers a person's platelet count. Platelets help coagulate blood, so when a person has a lower count than normal, they can have anemia-like symptoms. When I had it the first time back then, I noticed blood blisters in my mouth and on my body at the start of the schoolweek. By the end of the week, I was actually able to cry blood and spit blood. I had to blow my nose a lot because blodd would drip into my nose. Whenever I blew my nose, it was all bloody. I was also urinating blood. It was a pretty cool to be able to do that, and it scared the crap out of my friends at school, but obviously something was wrong.
We went to our family doctor. He immediately sent me to the hospital. There, they decided they'd better test to make sure I didn't have leukemia. So they took a bone marrow sample. They gave me the choice of taking it from my spine (they'd have to put the needle in my spine) or my leg (they'd have to put the needle in my hip). I chose the leg. They anesthetized my hip, and then wheeled in theneedle. I'm not kidding - it was the size of a railroad spike. Now, since it was going in through bone, they actually had tohammer it in!
They took John Henry to the graveyard WHAM! Laid him down in the sand WHAM! Every locomotive comin' a-rollin' by WHAM! Hollered there lies a steel drivin' man, Lawd, Lawd. There lies a steel drivin' man.
It was so weird feeling the needle being pounded in. I was numbed of course, but I could feel the blows make contact. They told me that I wouldn't be able to feel anything else, but I swear I could feel marrow being sucked out. It felt like you would imagine a tube of toothpaste feels like when you squeeze toothpaste out. Later, my leg felt really weird, like there was empty space in it or something. I was really aware of where my femur was in my leg and it felt hollow.
I was in the hospital for a week, and they treated me for an entire semester with Prednisone. Prednisone is a type of steroid, so when I was on it I really bulked up. I was always very thin. At that time I was 6' 1" and I weighed 130 lbs. On Prenisone, I bulked up to 180 lbs. I was ravenously hungry all day long. I started eating as soon as I woke in the morning and didn't stop until I went to sleep at night. As soon as they stopped the Prednisone treatment, however, I went back down to 140 lbs.
It was the oddest thing. They told me later that, if I hadn't gone to the hospital that weekend, that I would have just hemorrhaged and died in my sleep. However, I never felt even the slightest distress with the exception of that damn needle.
Oh my fucking god!!!! How the fuck are you still alive Joe?!! All these terrible things happening to you left and right! I swear by God and sonny Jesus, you are the most wanted target in the world.
I've had wisdom teeth out, which was really not a big deal. I had to eat soft foods for a couple of days and keep on heavy doses of ibuprofen. I had to have a finger lanced due to an infection under the nail, had a small cyst removed from inside my lower lip, which was a nauseating experience. I don't recommend any kind of face surgery while you're fully awake and aware. My biggest surgery was a hernia repair. I was essentially couch-ridden for about a week, and was sore for another week and a half. Fortunately it wasn't one of them REALLY bad hernias, but it's an experience I'd rather avoid in the future.
I had my wisdom teeth pulled out yesterday at 2:45. It was a really fast surgery (25 mintues), however, I apparently had 2 extra wisdom teeth on the top, leaving 6 total. I'm completely fine except for slight mouth pains, so I'm not going to bother with any pain medications. It isn't half as bad as I expected. I'll probably be eating normally by Monday or Tuesday. How did your surgery go?\
EDIT: I'm only 15, so that might affect my healing time. I also was completely sedated, which I HIGHLY suggest. It's really cool how it screws with your memory (I texted my friends the instant I woke up and had entire conversations I don't remember. I'm guessing that might have made it not as bad since I didn't have to experience the surgery. It is probably way more expensive though.
I was lucky, most people on my mom's side of the family have only two wisdom teeth; I was the only sibling to inherit that trait. Other than being a little sore, it didn't hurt all that much. Having two gaping holes in my mouth felt odd though. I had this compulsion to lick them constantly, even though it caused pain...
Well I'm back from the dentist. I was only there for 30 minutes. The time spent was mostly waiting for the doctor as well as getting another xray. The only thing that hurt was a slight pain when get gave me a shot in my gum, and I could feel a tiny bit of pain when he pulled my tooth. My tooth looked horrendous.
The lidocaine should be wearing off in a bit, but my Tyelnol 3 with codeine will be ready in 15 minutes at the pharmacy.
That was a lot easier than I expected, however I'm sure once the lidocaine wears out, I might be singing a different tune.
Well I'm back from the dentist. I was only there for 30 minutes. The time spent was mostly waiting for the doctor as well as getting another xray. The only thing that hurt was a slight pain when get gave me a shot in my gum, and I could feel a tiny bit of pain when he pulled my tooth. My tooth looked horrendous.
The lidocaine should be wearing off in a bit, but my Tyelnol 3 with codeine will be ready in 15 minutes at the pharmacy.
That was a lot easier than I expected, however I'm sure once the lidocaine wears out, I might be singing a different tune.
I woke up around 4 last night with tooth pain, but it's mostly worn off now. I think people tend to exaggerate how bad the surgery is. Were you not completely sedated?
Nope. I was awake the entire time. I tried listening to a Geek Nights episode, but I really didn't need to. The tooth came out in less than a minute when my dentist put the pliers into my mouth.
I was born with SGI, which causes segments of your skeleton to grow out of proportion from the others. Specifically, my right leg grew larger than my left, and at it's peak I had a 10cm (~2") length discrepancy between my legs. This wrecked havoc with my spine and gait, so I had surgery to correct it when I was 17.
The surgery involved cutting into my right femur, and dicing out a 10cm length of bone. The femur was bound back together using a plate and pins, leaving me bedridden for about three weeks (and in a wheelchair for three months). Since I had been seeing my orthopaedic specialist in the province since I was 12, he performed the surgery at the children's hospital. This worked well, because I was the oldest patient by two years, scoring me a double room all to myself. Since the IV pumps had governors in them wired for younger kids, it took four pumps working in concert to provide enough morphine to block out the pain. This resulted in a lot of great one-liners to nurses, like "On a scale of one to me, how drugged up is ten?" Six months of physio, and I was back to playing DDR again.
A year later, I wanted to rejoin the rugby team. The plate in my leg created a major risk of shearing my femur should I be tackled hard enough, so out it came. I wound up with a post-op infection, which resulted in a night in the ER, and two days in the ICU with hourly bloodwork to make sure that the staph infection was subsiding (and not eating my brain). In the panic to get at my leg, I wound up having a sizable portion of muscle removed from around my right femur, which makes for a hell of a scar.
The best part of all of this came a month later, when I was finishing the last of my physio from the plate removal. My friends and I were at the local theatre, spending our minimum wage earnings in the arcade. I was still on crutches, although they really weren't necessary. Two punk kids were strutting their stuff on the DDR machine, showboating with their rad skills on light and talking smack to a bunch of kids who'd just played beginner. Not one to let them get away with this, my friend and I took the pad. Casting aside the crutch, we hammered out Can't Stop Falling in Love Speed Mix. The looks on the faces in the room were priceless as I picked my crutches back up, gave the rest of our round to the beginner kids, and hobbled away.
I've only ever been "operated on" twice, and both times were relatively minor cuts. Once, I ran into a fence post at full speed, and cut myself above the left eye, which almost blinded me(the doctors said that if I had been a millimeter closer, I would have gone blind in that eye). The second time was in an Engineering/Robotics class (think shop class, but making robots instead), when I cut myself to the bone on my left thumb(I was cutting electrical tape off of something and not paying attention). Once again, a tiny shift to the left would have cut the tendon and made my hand pretty useless.
I tore my ACL a few months back, and it took FOREVER to get it diagnosed correctly. Since then, I've had to switch jobs, which meant switching insurance. I won't be able to get it fixed until probably November or December. After that it's four to six months of physical therapy before I can do pretty much anything physical besides walking and riding a bike.
I had cancer. It was treated with surgeries and chemotherapy. My pee was Koolaid red while on the chemo - all other aspects of chemo sucked. There was little awesome about it except for my awesome family and friends that helped me to get through it. ^_^
Ugyaaa! Horror Stories! My Right hand allows me to draw, which allows me to pay the rent. If something bad happened to it, I'd be in a lot of trouble.
A friend of mine, Rebelsketcher (as she signs her non-paid work), when she was going through her animation degree had a small benign tumor on her little finger of her right hand, couldn't draw for weeks. It was hell for her, and she got very behind on her work to boot.
I had cancer. It was treated with surgeries and chemotherapy. My pee was Koolaid red while on the chemo - all other aspects of chemo sucked. There was little awesome about it except for my awesome family and friends that helped me to get through it. ^_^
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As for my previous injuries, when I was 9 years old I broke my left ankle. I was trying to jump over my neighbor's strawberry patch and my left foot got caught in the wooden frame surrounding the patch. It twisted as I fell to the ground, hence breaking my ankle. I had to wear a cast for several months. It really sucked because I wasn't able to participate in any cool school activities they had. Also all my left shoes were useless. I remember when the cast was removed my left foot compared to my right foot was crazy different. My left foot and ankle were so thin that I thought without the cast it was too fragile for me to put my weight on.
Before my sophomore year in high school, I participated in Summer Basketball. My friends and I would go to our high school gym and either play basketball or do conditioning exercises. One of the exercises was the box step. You basically would just go up and down a box for a few minutes. Sometimes our basketball coach would encourage for us to hold weights to our chest to increase strength. Being a stronger person compared to my friends, I would normally have a 25lb weight in my arms while they held onto 10lbs.
One summer day, while we were doing this exercise I happened to notice my high school crush comes walking into the gym. For some retarded reason I decided that I should try to show off and go faster as he watched us. As I picked up the pace, I lost hold of the 25lb weight. As a natural reflex I try to catch the weight. That's not really a good idea. Needless to say, the weight crushed my left ring finger against the ground. The impact was so hard I don't remember feeling anything. All I noticed as I lifted my hand up was that blood had started to gush out my left finger. I had a pencil line fracture and had to get those finger splints.
I had to wear that finger splint for a few months. I couldn't play the clarinet for a while as well. To make things even more fun, there is a huge picture of me and my friends in our high school year book where I'm drinking a soda with my left hand. You can see the finger splint clear as day. I know it's nothing major, but it was pretty embarrassing when you're in high school.
Also my left ring finger is larger than my right. Whenever I try to wear rings on that finger, I have to get rings in larger sizes.
When I was 19, I almost lost the fleshy part of my left fourth toe. I was walking through my extremely dirty room that had clothes all over the floor. As I tried to dodge stepping on clothes, my left foot stepped right next to my clothes basket. My fourth left toe got caught in one of those rectangular holes on the side of the basket. The basket was made of plastic. As I put my weight down, the fleshy part of the toe put pressure on the edge of the hole. The plastic was fairly sharp so it cut right through it. At first I felt a sharp pain. I thought it was nothing until I saw blood.
My brother rushed me to the hospital, and I had to get stitches. The cut was so deep you could see the bone. I learned from then on to keep my room as clean as possible and to wear house slippers.
We went to the hospital where I was sewn up. An aspirator was sewn into the wound through which slowly ooozed pus, blood, and gunk for the better portion of a month.
But then again my wisdom tooth grew perfectly. So I guess everything worked out perfectly, right? :S
The most recent surgery I've had was getting a sebaceous cyst removed from my neck. It wasn't a huge infected one, just a small (but noticeable) protruding lump on my neck. I was really nervous about it until the actual procedure, which didn't take all that long. The weirdest thing was that I knew that I was bleeding quite a bit because I could feel the warmth from the blood after the first incision was made, but I wasn't sure if I was just imagining that or not.
...Compared to all of these terrifying stories of pain and serious bodily injuries, that little surgery doesn't seem so bad. Though I am constantly afraid I'll have to have some surgery for my scoliosis at some point in the future.
My biggest surgery was a hernia repair. I was essentially couch-ridden for about a week, and was sore for another week and a half. Fortunately it wasn't one of them REALLY bad hernias, but it's an experience I'd rather avoid in the future.
EDIT: I'm only 15, so that might affect my healing time. I also was completely sedated, which I HIGHLY suggest. It's really cool how it screws with your memory (I texted my friends the instant I woke up and had entire conversations I don't remember. I'm guessing that might have made it not as bad since I didn't have to experience the surgery. It is probably way more expensive though.
The lidocaine should be wearing off in a bit, but my Tyelnol 3 with codeine will be ready in 15 minutes at the pharmacy.
That was a lot easier than I expected, however I'm sure once the lidocaine wears out, I might be singing a different tune.
The surgery involved cutting into my right femur, and dicing out a 10cm length of bone. The femur was bound back together using a plate and pins, leaving me bedridden for about three weeks (and in a wheelchair for three months). Since I had been seeing my orthopaedic specialist in the province since I was 12, he performed the surgery at the children's hospital. This worked well, because I was the oldest patient by two years, scoring me a double room all to myself. Since the IV pumps had governors in them wired for younger kids, it took four pumps working in concert to provide enough morphine to block out the pain. This resulted in a lot of great one-liners to nurses, like "On a scale of one to me, how drugged up is ten?" Six months of physio, and I was back to playing DDR again.
A year later, I wanted to rejoin the rugby team. The plate in my leg created a major risk of shearing my femur should I be tackled hard enough, so out it came. I wound up with a post-op infection, which resulted in a night in the ER, and two days in the ICU with hourly bloodwork to make sure that the staph infection was subsiding (and not eating my brain). In the panic to get at my leg, I wound up having a sizable portion of muscle removed from around my right femur, which makes for a hell of a scar.
The best part of all of this came a month later, when I was finishing the last of my physio from the plate removal. My friends and I were at the local theatre, spending our minimum wage earnings in the arcade. I was still on crutches, although they really weren't necessary. Two punk kids were strutting their stuff on the DDR machine, showboating with their rad skills on light and talking smack to a bunch of kids who'd just played beginner. Not one to let them get away with this, my friend and I took the pad. Casting aside the crutch, we hammered out Can't Stop Falling in Love Speed Mix. The looks on the faces in the room were priceless as I picked my crutches back up, gave the rest of our round to the beginner kids, and hobbled away.