as the morphine drips ...
there is much in that statement, "gotta love OI."
after living with it 45 years, i'm again frequently
reminded how painful it can be. a fractured femur,
tibia and humurous have been reminding me of
this since halloween, forever still my favorite and
most holy holiday. not to mention those old friends
like needles, bedpans, ignorant nurses, stupid doctors,
etc. but living with these things gives us a perspective
few others on this planet will ever know. personally
i feel blessed to have these experiences.
this is what life really is about.
who cares what kind of car speeds us around, the sparkly
bling we have on our fingers, or how beautiful and buff
our bodies are? (except for mine of course, which is
naturally attractive, no matter what situation).
a pinch of bitchery now and then (as long as one doesn't
go overboard) can be one of the few things besides 'time'
that is very healing at all.
i've had one of those arms that kept breaking out of
it's pins and plates. i stopped trying to fix it and now
it's just fine. and then later in life my tibias started doing
it, spitting up their metal. when that happens, it's time
to tell the surgeons to put down their knives. it's just a
waste of their time and energy and your money and pain.
the best thing to do is find an orthotics department to build
you an exoskeleton. plastic is a good thing. give your bones
time to knit, regroup and heal.. stop chopping.
outer skeletons are nature's successful way of total protection
(invented by god herself, or one could also say evolution,
whichever you prefer). i learned this long ago when i was
a university student of invertebrate zoology. invertebrates
are the most successful assortment of species on this planet,
they all live inside shells of one sort or other. inner skeletons
are an evolutionary trial and error. and thank goodness,
medical science has taken a lesson from this in orthotics.
most times they take a while to get used to, but in the long
run, you'll ask yourself, "why didn't i do this ages ago?"
at least i did.
after things do eventually heal, and they will, then you can
reconsider surgery if you even want to at that time. but in
my case, i didn't even need it after wearing orthoses on my
lower legs for just a few years. orthoses even helped me stand
and walk a bit better. now i wear nothing, and this is the
first real fracture i've had in my ankle since i had the pin
removed decades ago.
why grasp for perfection when you know that is ultimately
an unattainable fantasy? pins, plates and bone grafts are
for healthy tissue, not this collagen-starved balsa-like
material we possess. that's just my two cents.
on my end, it's sunday here. the social-worker-powers-
that-be say they are discharging me tomorrow. to where?
no one knows. maybe home to my cat, where we can die
together in peace. i'm about to the point now where it
actually sounds quite inviting as the days pass here.
my last chance is for the famous rehab center of the pacific
to take me in as a rehab patient, and i don't get word on
that till tomorrow, and i'm not holding much hope that
it will even happen. tomorrow is my eviction day from
this hospital. how's that for cutting it close?
i don't deny it's frightening. but i've faced worse things,
and the people who threaten me have no idea who or
what they are up against. yes, they still might prevail
over me, win this bureaucratic battle, but i will have
gained more from it in the end as far as personal strength
(i already have) than any of them ever will.
that's why i appreciate bearing this OI albatross. it provides
personal strength for me that few other homo-sapiens will
ever know.
maybe that's why i feel no need for any formal religion.
hey, at least i'm not in iraq killing babies. what kind of
personal fullfillment or religious necessity does that provide?
after i realized i had again bitten the linoleum, hit the
uncarpeted floor and broken my bones again, i wasn't
even really very upset. i just knew what had to be done,
so i crawled to the phone and called the ambulance.
at least i didn't panic and cause countless other forms
of earthly life to suffer an even worse fate than i would
ever know.
look at george w. and all his brainiac friends. they got
so scared of a few rogue militant religious zealots, that
they became crusading military religious zealots themselves,
brainwashing their gullible patriotic citizenry with bibles
and crosses. now they're sacrificing their own countrymen,
most of whom are young enough to be their own children,
plus they are burning down the garden of eden and
polluting it for thousands and thousands of years with
depleted uranium.
what kind of logic is that?
jezebel
--- In oitribe@yahoogroups.com, "Kelly" wrote:
> Speaking of bitching! I broke my arm in January...
> wouldn't heal...had surgery in June with pins and plates.
> Friday more x-rays and it's broken again/still! I'm so
> OVER THIS! I'm back on the bone stimulator, off of
> therapy, on pain meds, and waiting a month.
> Looking at probably surgery at the end of the year
> for more bone grafts!
>
> Gotta love OI!
>
> Kelly
>
>
after living with it 45 years, i'm again frequently
reminded how painful it can be. a fractured femur,
tibia and humurous have been reminding me of
this since halloween, forever still my favorite and
most holy holiday. not to mention those old friends
like needles, bedpans, ignorant nurses, stupid doctors,
etc. but living with these things gives us a perspective
few others on this planet will ever know. personally
i feel blessed to have these experiences.
this is what life really is about.
who cares what kind of car speeds us around, the sparkly
bling we have on our fingers, or how beautiful and buff
our bodies are? (except for mine of course, which is
naturally attractive, no matter what situation).
a pinch of bitchery now and then (as long as one doesn't
go overboard) can be one of the few things besides 'time'
that is very healing at all.
i've had one of those arms that kept breaking out of
it's pins and plates. i stopped trying to fix it and now
it's just fine. and then later in life my tibias started doing
it, spitting up their metal. when that happens, it's time
to tell the surgeons to put down their knives. it's just a
waste of their time and energy and your money and pain.
the best thing to do is find an orthotics department to build
you an exoskeleton. plastic is a good thing. give your bones
time to knit, regroup and heal.. stop chopping.
outer skeletons are nature's successful way of total protection
(invented by god herself, or one could also say evolution,
whichever you prefer). i learned this long ago when i was
a university student of invertebrate zoology. invertebrates
are the most successful assortment of species on this planet,
they all live inside shells of one sort or other. inner skeletons
are an evolutionary trial and error. and thank goodness,
medical science has taken a lesson from this in orthotics.
most times they take a while to get used to, but in the long
run, you'll ask yourself, "why didn't i do this ages ago?"
at least i did.
after things do eventually heal, and they will, then you can
reconsider surgery if you even want to at that time. but in
my case, i didn't even need it after wearing orthoses on my
lower legs for just a few years. orthoses even helped me stand
and walk a bit better. now i wear nothing, and this is the
first real fracture i've had in my ankle since i had the pin
removed decades ago.
why grasp for perfection when you know that is ultimately
an unattainable fantasy? pins, plates and bone grafts are
for healthy tissue, not this collagen-starved balsa-like
material we possess. that's just my two cents.
on my end, it's sunday here. the social-worker-powers-
that-be say they are discharging me tomorrow. to where?
no one knows. maybe home to my cat, where we can die
together in peace. i'm about to the point now where it
actually sounds quite inviting as the days pass here.
my last chance is for the famous rehab center of the pacific
to take me in as a rehab patient, and i don't get word on
that till tomorrow, and i'm not holding much hope that
it will even happen. tomorrow is my eviction day from
this hospital. how's that for cutting it close?
i don't deny it's frightening. but i've faced worse things,
and the people who threaten me have no idea who or
what they are up against. yes, they still might prevail
over me, win this bureaucratic battle, but i will have
gained more from it in the end as far as personal strength
(i already have) than any of them ever will.
that's why i appreciate bearing this OI albatross. it provides
personal strength for me that few other homo-sapiens will
ever know.
maybe that's why i feel no need for any formal religion.
hey, at least i'm not in iraq killing babies. what kind of
personal fullfillment or religious necessity does that provide?
after i realized i had again bitten the linoleum, hit the
uncarpeted floor and broken my bones again, i wasn't
even really very upset. i just knew what had to be done,
so i crawled to the phone and called the ambulance.
at least i didn't panic and cause countless other forms
of earthly life to suffer an even worse fate than i would
ever know.
look at george w. and all his brainiac friends. they got
so scared of a few rogue militant religious zealots, that
they became crusading military religious zealots themselves,
brainwashing their gullible patriotic citizenry with bibles
and crosses. now they're sacrificing their own countrymen,
most of whom are young enough to be their own children,
plus they are burning down the garden of eden and
polluting it for thousands and thousands of years with
depleted uranium.
what kind of logic is that?
jezebel
--- In oitribe@yahoogroups.com, "Kelly" wrote:
> Speaking of bitching! I broke my arm in January...
> wouldn't heal...had surgery in June with pins and plates.
> Friday more x-rays and it's broken again/still! I'm so
> OVER THIS! I'm back on the bone stimulator, off of
> therapy, on pain meds, and waiting a month.
> Looking at probably surgery at the end of the year
> for more bone grafts!
>
> Gotta love OI!
>
> Kelly
>
>
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