Numb
No shit, my horoscope, which I read sitting in the ER, said I should get off work early, or just nto go in. At least it's covered by workman's comp. Never get in an argument with a hard floor.
So, freak accident, with our known slippery floors (yeah, there's a whole story right there) my foot, or feet, meet a patch without friction, and I go down. Face first. Full on face plant, hit everything with my upper lip and teeth. Involuntary scream brings MDs and RNs from all over, a towel is pressed to me, and an ice pack, and a blanket thrown over me. Anesthesiologist tells me I've split my lip. There's an impressive amount of blood, and my head, face first, hurts. I'm pretty stunned and shaken, and accept the wheelchair. No question, once I pull the towel away, that I will need to be in the ER shortly. Much to and fro-ing to figure out how to get me there, my car home, and D to me.
ER resident numbs me up and gives it a go, then stops, and calls the plastic surgeon, who is in surgery. We wait. It's really not painful, just hideous. Teeth are fine. And more numbing occurs, a nerve block this time, and more stitching. Even D has to agree I look much better. D made me soft scrambled eggs, and I'm feeling better.
Swollen, mostly numb. Glad to be home. Comforted in D. Sinuses stuffy.
So, freak accident, with our known slippery floors (yeah, there's a whole story right there) my foot, or feet, meet a patch without friction, and I go down. Face first. Full on face plant, hit everything with my upper lip and teeth. Involuntary scream brings MDs and RNs from all over, a towel is pressed to me, and an ice pack, and a blanket thrown over me. Anesthesiologist tells me I've split my lip. There's an impressive amount of blood, and my head, face first, hurts. I'm pretty stunned and shaken, and accept the wheelchair. No question, once I pull the towel away, that I will need to be in the ER shortly. Much to and fro-ing to figure out how to get me there, my car home, and D to me.
ER resident numbs me up and gives it a go, then stops, and calls the plastic surgeon, who is in surgery. We wait. It's really not painful, just hideous. Teeth are fine. And more numbing occurs, a nerve block this time, and more stitching. Even D has to agree I look much better. D made me soft scrambled eggs, and I'm feeling better.
Swollen, mostly numb. Glad to be home. Comforted in D. Sinuses stuffy.
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Posted by Zhoen on Monday, November 22, 2010
4 comments:
Good heavens, Z! My face hurts in empathy for you. That's terrible, but thank heavens you work where you do and there were all those medicos at hand.
Wish I could give you a hug, but I think D's got that covered real well.
:(
Crow,
Really not painful, as such. Swollen, uncomfortable, seeping a little. I think I had too many people, but that's probably better than not enough, all in all.
Poopie.
Oh, ouch, ouch! That's so nasty.
All good wishes for a speedy and scar-free recovery.
Perhaps you should take more notice of your horoscope?
Oh, gosh. Lots of love and hugs and wishing your poor face a speedy recovery. Good that you didn't damage any teeth. I've done this a couple of times: falling face down on hard pavements, lots of blood, impressively swollen face, once rushed to hospital with sirens going, no lasting harm. Tends to look alarming, but heal fairly quickly - I hope this is the case.
xxx
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