Well, life sucks.
Never the most agile beast, ten days ago I stumbled and fell down a flight of stairs at home. My left leg remained rigid, and absorbed the fall. My right leg took a 180 bend at the knee and the footf lattened backward against the stairs. Ow. Ow. Ow.
I got to my feet, discovered I could walk without too much paun, and,w ith the Friday gamers honking on the porch, I decided I wasn't too badly hurt, so I grabbed my stuff, went up the stairs and left. My foot selled up liike a son of a bitch, but I figured that was natural, right?
Ten days later, the swelling hadn't gone down, in fact, it was worse. Finally I went to the hospital, expecting to find a painful sprain. While waiting to be treated, I got to witness some borderline schiophrenic/psychotic get into an altercation with hospita\l staff and threaten to kill them. Nice.
Finally, after an hour in the waitiing room watching RAW is War ("Bra and panties match? We just found a lower common denominator!"), it was my turn. Uncertain whether I should really be there over mere a swollen ankle, I sheepishly answered their questions, and endured the sarcastic look that told me: "you waited *ten* days to get this checked out? You idiot!" I went to get X-Rayed. The first sign that something was wrong was when the technician asked me if I' had any previous injuries on the foot. X-Ray technicians *always* keep their mouths shut.
Ten minutes later, the doctor comes and tells me that I have a broken bone in my foot and that he's waiting for an orthopedic specialist to get out of surgery and decide whether I need a cast or surgery. I nearly freak out - I had a really bad experience with some oral surgery I had 2 1/2 years ago and the scars still haven't gone away, and I barely resist the urge to panic and run. I wait for another two hours while the doctor was in surgery, watching a repeat of said-bras-and-panties match and some guys hitting each other with garbage cans and bamboo canes, and wondering whatever happened to the genteel sport of pro rassling that brought it screaming like a marine into Jerry Springer country.
Finally the doctor arrives, and after reviewing the X-Rays, takes off my sock and starts putting on a cast. Yes, for six weeks, my already gimped up walk gets worse. And I'd hoped to make Gen Con South next month, but now I'm not sure if I'll be able to travel. Crap. Crud.
To reiterate, life sucks.
Scott Bennie
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