As the topic says. You folks won't believe the crazy crap that's happened since I left.
First off, that old house we were moving into - it has a dirt basement. Guess what happened when the Edmonton area had a severe downpour on move-in day? I went to put a box in the basement and hit water three steps down. That's right - it filled to within a foot of the main floor rafters. Nearly eight feet of water. The floor was so saturated that two of the support columns for the house collapsed, and the city ended up condemning the place. We already had quite a load in the basement, so we don't know what all was lost yet.
Next, we spent about a week trying to find somewhere to live, which we did. That was actually fairly easy on such short notice. A sign of things to come, perhaps.
Move-in day (again). This was near the tail end of the day, we were about done, and it was the last load. I was to direct the truck to the front door, so, to save time, I jumped out of the back of the truck since it seemed like not that far of a drop. WRONG. I ended up landing on my left leg, twisting the living crap out of my knee, and not being able to walk. Turned out the measly drop was actually in excess of three feet. Note I was in the back of the truck because it wasn't full, and somebody needed to be back there to make sure everything didn't shift during the drive - riding in the back of one of those suckers is fun!
I delayed the trip to the hospital until the next day since, after the initial pain, I could move fairly good on that leg. The next morning, not so much. And so commenced the first ambulance ride. I was sent home six hours later with a leg brace because the friendly hospital folks decided I was just faking it and only wanted free drugs. This for a person that hasn't been in a hospital in over a decade. I hate the places - they give me the willies.
Four days from then, I wake up with insane muscle spasms in the left leg that are so severe the metal brace rods get bent and the brace fails. Ambulance ride #2 coming right up! But not before they drop the stretcher, with me on it, while leaving the house. Hey presto, I'm now bleeding from just about everywhere. Thanks, guys.
Fast forward a week. I've been booted out of the hospital since, you know, the doctors have better things to do. It ended up that I've torn every bloody ligament and tendon in my knee, shattered and dislocated the kneecap, and fractured my patella. I was told to walk on it every day up until Day 5 (MRI - yikes - and ambulance ride #3), then all of a sudden, "Holy crap! You put any weight on that thing and you'll kill it!". I love this country's medical system. Really.
Now, I'm laid up at home and waiting for a surgery date, which might not be until November. Yippee.
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That last bit was in case somebody noticed me active on Steam the last few days - I've been grumpy and just stuck with shooting people in TF2 to ease my anger.
Also don't get any more heavy meds like Percocet - I don't hear any more voices at night, which is nice and kinda lonely. Yes, I know that's warped.
First off, that old house we were moving into - it has a dirt basement. Guess what happened when the Edmonton area had a severe downpour on move-in day? I went to put a box in the basement and hit water three steps down. That's right - it filled to within a foot of the main floor rafters. Nearly eight feet of water. The floor was so saturated that two of the support columns for the house collapsed, and the city ended up condemning the place. We already had quite a load in the basement, so we don't know what all was lost yet.
Next, we spent about a week trying to find somewhere to live, which we did. That was actually fairly easy on such short notice. A sign of things to come, perhaps.
Move-in day (again). This was near the tail end of the day, we were about done, and it was the last load. I was to direct the truck to the front door, so, to save time, I jumped out of the back of the truck since it seemed like not that far of a drop. WRONG. I ended up landing on my left leg, twisting the living crap out of my knee, and not being able to walk. Turned out the measly drop was actually in excess of three feet. Note I was in the back of the truck because it wasn't full, and somebody needed to be back there to make sure everything didn't shift during the drive - riding in the back of one of those suckers is fun!
I delayed the trip to the hospital until the next day since, after the initial pain, I could move fairly good on that leg. The next morning, not so much. And so commenced the first ambulance ride. I was sent home six hours later with a leg brace because the friendly hospital folks decided I was just faking it and only wanted free drugs. This for a person that hasn't been in a hospital in over a decade. I hate the places - they give me the willies.
Four days from then, I wake up with insane muscle spasms in the left leg that are so severe the metal brace rods get bent and the brace fails. Ambulance ride #2 coming right up! But not before they drop the stretcher, with me on it, while leaving the house. Hey presto, I'm now bleeding from just about everywhere. Thanks, guys.
Fast forward a week. I've been booted out of the hospital since, you know, the doctors have better things to do. It ended up that I've torn every bloody ligament and tendon in my knee, shattered and dislocated the kneecap, and fractured my patella. I was told to walk on it every day up until Day 5 (MRI - yikes - and ambulance ride #3), then all of a sudden, "Holy crap! You put any weight on that thing and you'll kill it!". I love this country's medical system. Really.
Now, I'm laid up at home and waiting for a surgery date, which might not be until November. Yippee.
:That last bit was in case somebody noticed me active on Steam the last few days - I've been grumpy and just stuck with shooting people in TF2 to ease my anger.
Also don't get any more heavy meds like Percocet - I don't hear any more voices at night, which is nice and kinda lonely. Yes, I know that's warped.
I can understand the stress and stuff they go through that causes it, though - a crystal meth addict snuck in one night just after 1:00AM and threatened a nurse. Eight people jumped him, and he threw them off. Two cops that had brought a prisoner in for treatment tasered him FOUR times, and he still didn't drop. That was just crazy.
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However, nice to hear you're still alive though, and welcome back 
I myself am back after a long hiatus, nice to see that a lot of you guys still hang around here 
