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About four years ago, I was going to the laundry room at my apartment complex. The building where the laundry room was has two entrances. For whatever reason, my key to the back entrance would not accept my key and the front entrance had a locked gate since it was where the pool is and it was kept locked until about 10am. I figured I'd climb over the wall and hop down and open the back entrance from the inside. When I landed on the other side, I went down like sack of potatoes. I tried to stand and went down again. I could feel my right foot swelling, but there was no real pain. I had to hop into the building. Luckily, there was another person there who got me a chair to sit on. By this time my right ankle was the size of a grapefruit. I figured I ad sprained it. But noooooooo.... She took me to the ER and I found out that I had fractured my right heel. Had I not been a fat bastard at the time, I would have probably been okay. Fast foward a week or so and I was in surgery to have screws and plates put in.   Five weeks out of work (thankfully I had plenty of PTO), then another six weeks of having to be driven around (a huge shout out to my neighbor) and I was able to drive myself again. It would take another two years for it to fully heal. Although I can no longer bend the big toe on that foot fully anymore. That's my biggest injury to date.
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wheatpuppy posted:When I was three, I had surgery to correct a hammer toe. They set me up with a plastic mask over my face which was uncomfortable and smelled weird, so I complained to the doctor. He told me, "it's ok, just count backward from 10 and I'll take it off." So I counted tennineeightsevensixfivefourthreetwoone and then asked him to take off the mask and he refused! That man had lied to me! I've only been put under twice - once for the previously mentioned heel surgery. They'd given me a nerve block on that leg and told me the doctor would be there in about ten minutes. Next thing I knew I was being wheeled to my room four hours later. The doctor told me he had asked me some questions and I answered them, but I have zero memory of it. About 18 years ago, I had a wisdom tooth removed and it went like this: Doctor: Something, something, something, tooth, Something, something, something. Doctor: Okay, Mr. Kingdom, we're all done. And I was lead out to the car. That is some scary, but amazing poo poo.
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