24 Nov 2014, 5:48 pm
24 Nov 2014, 5:52 pm
Nambo wrote:
I have always loved being in hospital. Up to 9 hot meals a day, (I used to eat the ones nobody wanted). One nurse would take me back to the nurses home for sex when she finished shift.
It was a real paradise and I felt lived there, a bit like the Children's Home I suppose, with nice human company.
It was a real paradise and I felt lived there, a bit like the Children's Home I suppose, with nice human company.
you were so fortunate
I wish you godspeed with your operation 
24 Nov 2014, 6:10 pm
auntblabby wrote:
I wish you godspeed with your operation
Thanks Auntblabby.
At least I will get some time off work and can lay in my bed playing computer games or watching Fringe.
I must remember to get some easy to prepare food in or I will starve!
24 Nov 2014, 6:13 pm
Nambo wrote:
auntblabby wrote:
I wish you godspeed with your operation
Thanks Auntblabby.
At least I will get some time off work and can lay in my bed playing computer games or watching Fringe.
I must remember to get some easy to prepare food in or I will starve!
if you don't mind, what kind of surgery? I know that when I was preparing for back surgery for a while, I made sure I had things arranged to where I'd never have to bend over to pick up stuff or lift anything heavier than 5 pounds. for better or worse, the surgery never happened.
24 Nov 2014, 6:23 pm
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24 Nov 2014, 6:39 pm
24 Nov 2014, 6:41 pm
Nambo wrote:
My afore-mentioned hospital adventure was the result of a motorcycle crash where a car drove into the side of me nearly severing my lower leg.
I had to arrange all the bits so the foot pointed the right way whilst I was waiting for the ambulance.
I had to arrange all the bits so the foot pointed the right way whilst I was waiting for the ambulance.
gosh
I bet that smarted. you are one tough mustard to be able to do that without fainting from the pain.
24 Nov 2014, 7:03 pm
auntblabby wrote:
Nambo wrote:
My afore-mentioned hospital adventure was the result of a motorcycle crash where a car drove into the side of me nearly severing my lower leg.
I had to arrange all the bits so the foot pointed the right way whilst I was waiting for the ambulance.
I had to arrange all the bits so the foot pointed the right way whilst I was waiting for the ambulance.
gosh
I bet that smarted. you are one tough mustard to be able to do that without fainting from the pain.The best bit was just prior to that when I crawled on hands and one leg a good 50 meters dragging the near-severed limb behind me so that I could tend to my beloved Triumph motorcycle that had the throttle open and would have been in danger of engine damage if it had been left to self-distruct.
Truth is, it didn't hurt a bit until I had done all the things I needed to do, then it hurt.
The medics used a blow up splint that was transparent, with my leg inside it just looked like a bag of bloody meat and bone from the butchers.
24 Nov 2014, 7:05 pm
Nambo wrote:
The best bit was just prior to that when I crawled on hands and one leg a good 50 meters dragging the near-severed limb behind me so that I could tend to my beloved Triumph motorcycle that had the throttle open and would have been in danger of engine damage if it had been left to self-distruct. Truth is, it didn't hurt a bit until I had done all the things I needed to do, then it hurt. The medics used a blow up splint that was transparent, with my leg inside it just looked like a bag of bloody meat and bone from the butchers.
I admire the love and TLC you showed to your Triumph
does it [the motorcycle] survive today? in any case I could not look at my arm for nearly a year, after the accident, so you being able to look at your freshly shredded leg shows true grit IMHO. 
24 Nov 2014, 7:24 pm
auntblabby wrote:
I admire the love and TLC you showed to your Triumph does it [the motorcycle] survive today?
does it [the motorcycle] survive today?Wow, this is weird, I dont know if the bike survives today as I sold it in 1988, it probably does as it is a rare and expensive model.
So I thought I would find a picture of one to show you on Google images.
Not only did I find a picture of one, I found a picture of MY ONE!, (click then scroll down to the pic with the fella leaning on a tree) in fact there are six pictures of both my Triumph TR5Ts, (I built a second one using the damaged but usable parts from the accident), and pictures of two of my friends who also had these bikes, and the Adventures we had riding around woodland when we where young.
I am the one riding up a little hill with a blue and white helmet, the first picture with my friend leaning against a tree is also mine after I rebuilt it.
Haven't a clue how these pictures ended up on a French site?
Anybody translate fro me please?
24 Nov 2014, 7:30 pm
Nambo wrote:
auntblabby wrote:
I admire the love and TLC you showed to your Triumph does it [the motorcycle] survive today?
does it [the motorcycle] survive today?Wow, this is weird, I dont know if the bike survives today as I sold it in 1988, it probably does as it is a rare and expensive model.
So I thought I would find a picture of one to show you on Google images.
Not only did I find a picture of one, I found a picture of MY ONE!, (click then scroll down to the pic with the fella leaning on a tree) in fact there are six pictures of both my Triumph TR5Ts, (I built a second one using the damaged but usable parts from the accident), and pictures of two of my friends who also had these bikes, and the Adventures we had riding around woodland when we where young.
I am the one riding up a little hill with a blue and white helmet, the first picture with my friend leaning against a tree is also mine after I rebuilt it.
Haven't a clue how these pictures ended up on a French site?
Anybody translate fro me please?
WOW! you sure had JFK hair then!
bing translation below-
have the computer drawers funds! I don't remember not on what site I had found pictures of this band of English happy owners of Triumph TR5T .modele 1974, the year before the tank was yellow. This Trophy Trail was produced only 2 years and called Adventurer in England. The engine is a 500 cc single carburetor, incidentally one of the best engines in Triumph! Already that I'm missing a BSA B50 in the garage... Life is sometimes poorly made.
24 Nov 2014, 10:00 pm
Eir wrote:
You're by no means the only patient who jokes and laughs with the staff. It's not that unusual reaction. Sometimes it's the meds talking, sometimes it's relief, sometimes it's the comedy of the situation, sometimes it's just personal chemistry and funny jokes. Laughter is one very human way to deal with stressful situations.
I'd say it's a combination of being pumped full of painkillers and anti-anxiety meds, and feeling very safe emotionally. For example, I could scream in pain, and not worry about getting in trouble for it at home (like I did as a child). Plus, I'm sure I was one of their easier patients: I listened to their orders, mostly lay quietly on the bed, and my surgery was a pretty simple one. So they responded in kind, causing me to respond in kind, creating a virtuous cycle. What's ironic is that I almost never laugh at anything, and joked around with people maybe a few times in my adult life. When I joke, I have to force myself. But in that ER, jokes seemed to come naturally to me. The only other place where jokes came naturally was on a Caribbean cruise. auntblabby wrote:
there were times I got injured on the job working in the hospital, and they would cart me down to the ER, and at those times I found that it was one of the few times I'd rather be at work. 
I'm the opposite. Many a time at my job the last two weeks, I longingly look back on my stint in the ER, wishing I was still on that bed, pumped full of medicine, without a care in the world. The physical pain I felt at the site to be operated on pales in comparison with the stress I deal with at work.
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24 Nov 2014, 10:13 pm
Aspie1 wrote:
Many a time at my job the last two weeks, I longingly look back on my stint in the ER, wishing I was still on that bed, pumped full of medicine, without a care in the world. The physical pain I felt at the site to be operated on pales in comparison with the stress I deal with at work.
I suspect you have a higher tolerance to pain than I do.
have you ever had a torodol [ketorolac] injection in the buttocks? I can't think of but one thing [chest tube] that hurts more.
25 Nov 2014, 11:07 pm
auntblabby wrote:
I suspect you have a higher tolerance to pain than I do. have you ever had a torodol [ketorolac] injection in the buttocks? I can't think of but one thing [chest tube] that hurts more.
have you ever had a torodol [ketorolac] injection in the buttocks? I can't think of but one thing [chest tube] that hurts more.That's the thing: it was a painful experience, and being injected with a local anesthetic, into a site that was already swollen as hell, actually hurt more than being cut with a scalpel. But the weird part is that I wasn't feeling the pain full-strength psychologically. As in, "I'm being injected with god-knows-what, I got an IV in my arm, I'm hurting like hell, I have no idea how to adjust this damn bed, but I don't care!". (Although, my procedure was much different from yours, and no buttock injections.) A far cry from my childhood stints with surgery/hospitals, when I felt every... single... moment... of pain... to its full extent.
Once the surgery ended, I felt so comfortable, I was laughing for no reason. During the ride back, I had trouble talking, as I tried to tell the shuttle driver where to turn into my apartment complex; but I was relaxed beyond relaxed. All in all, my ER stint was "good" enough that I enjoyed it more than being at work on some days. During the more stressful moments, I even sing in my head "Back in the ER" (to the tune of Beatles' "Back in the USSR"). That's saying a lot!
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