Just when it couldn't get any worse.
http://www.lpsg.org/99940-fucked-up-my-left-hand.html
Just moved to the new city for school, 10 days after I get stitches, I go to the hospital to plead my way out of getting them removed. My hand still very swollen, cut oozing, and stitches tight.
I get to the hospital at 2pm, and after waiting 3 hours this snotty nurse tries to remove one stitch. I wait till the stitch is out and then rip my hand away. She wasn't to take them all out when the doctor ordered only every second stitch. So I told her what the doctor said, and she storms off throwing the tools in a sink in the room. She returns half an hour later saying that she is to remove them all. I tell her I don't think they are ready to come out, and then tell her she isn't touching my hand after I watch her take the tools back out from the dirty sink.
Fast forward to her storming off and telling the doctor I'm refusing to have the stitches taken out.. he looks at my hand again and thinks I need to see the surgeon to discuss tendon damage. So I wait until 9.30pm to see him and he picks up my hand and asks me to do a bunch of tasks I am totally unable to do. Then he says, come in for surgery tomorrow at 1pm, we'll open up your hand and see what's going on. If there is damage, we'll have to cut around and find the tendon, then reattach it, put your hand in a splint for 3 weeks and you'll need physio.
Fuck my life. School starts at 9am tomorrow. Life keeps falling farther and farther down.
Anyways just thought I should let you guys know, seeing as most of you are the closest thing I have to friends.
I'll try and post tomorrow night if I have half a brain.
http://www.lpsg.org/99940-fucked-up-my-left-hand.html
Just moved to the new city for school, 10 days after I get stitches, I go to the hospital to plead my way out of getting them removed. My hand still very swollen, cut oozing, and stitches tight.
I get to the hospital at 2pm, and after waiting 3 hours this snotty nurse tries to remove one stitch. I wait till the stitch is out and then rip my hand away. She wasn't to take them all out when the doctor ordered only every second stitch. So I told her what the doctor said, and she storms off throwing the tools in a sink in the room. She returns half an hour later saying that she is to remove them all. I tell her I don't think they are ready to come out, and then tell her she isn't touching my hand after I watch her take the tools back out from the dirty sink.
Fast forward to her storming off and telling the doctor I'm refusing to have the stitches taken out.. he looks at my hand again and thinks I need to see the surgeon to discuss tendon damage. So I wait until 9.30pm to see him and he picks up my hand and asks me to do a bunch of tasks I am totally unable to do. Then he says, come in for surgery tomorrow at 1pm, we'll open up your hand and see what's going on. If there is damage, we'll have to cut around and find the tendon, then reattach it, put your hand in a splint for 3 weeks and you'll need physio.
Fuck my life. School starts at 9am tomorrow. Life keeps falling farther and farther down.
Anyways just thought I should let you guys know, seeing as most of you are the closest thing I have to friends.
I'll try and post tomorrow night if I have half a brain.