Aces High Bulletin Board
General Forums => The O' Club => Topic started by: Neubob on June 05, 2006, 07:46:49 PM
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Stubbed it so bad, I could see the tendons in the inch-long gash running from the bottom of my foot to the top, between the big and second toes. Waiting on a ride to the hospital, got everything steralized and bandaged. Debating taking a few shots of booze before the trip.
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the hospital has better and faster stuff and wont give it to you if youve had a few
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Originally posted by JTs
the hospital has better and faster stuff and wont give it to you if youve had a few
Yeah, I figured as much. Plus the alcohol will only promote bleeding from the gash I generated.
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Yeah, what JTs said. You'll be sorry later if you drink first.
BTW - ouch
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Ride's here. See y'all later.
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Went ahead and broke my foot
Have to ask.
What was the final thing that made you say, "ok, dammit, I want to break my foot."
Was there a payoff or something that you benefitted from such an act?
Damn...what a decision to make.
Let us know how it goes when you get back.
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Now why in hell would you go and do a thing like that?
If you wanted to get out of work you shoulda just called in sick with a bad case of "Bassitus"
Which is a terrible affliction of the right shoulder and elbow and left hand and wrist.
The only cure for "Bassitus" is to sit in a boat or stand on the shore of a lake with a fishing pole and repeatedly casting out and reeling back in again.
Time for cure can take anywhere from 1 day to a week
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I had horrible Bassitus today as a matter of fact. I think 6 hours got it good though.
Take care Neubob, it's only as bad as you think it is!
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Everything seems to be more less settled now. Big toe fractured(very minor but still painful), but it was that gash that had me most impressed. The hard, inelastic skin at the bottom of the foot just seemed to explode into a spider web of deep cracks upon impact with the concrete step. I was so pissed at myself for doing it, I didn't notice the extent of the damage until I started tracking blood all over the kitchen tiles.
The decision was a pretty simple one to make. I was out on my patio, heard the phone ring, rushed in and boom. Let's just say that my coordination isn't going to get me to the Olympics any time soon.
As for work. That's a tough one. Just started the job recently, and they've been giving me real sporadic hours as it is. It's a crappy summer job that has me on my feet for 10-12 hours a day and I'm only keeping it until late July. Still, don't wanna seem like a jerkoff. I'm contemplating going in just to show my supervisor what happened. Then he gets to send me home with a pat on the back, rather than a raised eyebrow at such a lame excuse delivered over the phone.
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