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I think today I shall tell everyone the amazing tale about my fractured and permanently fucked spine...


When I was discharged on Dec 23rd cause my drug levels finally stabilized, I was on Tylenol 3s for pain. For those who don't know. T3s are just regular Tylenol with Codine in it or so I was told. Drug users/dealers use them a lot to get stoned but I never noticed any kind of high while on them.

That was my issue. I never noticed anything while on them. I wasn't high, I wasn't getting pain relief, nothing. I tell my Doctor this and instead of switching me to something else. Like say, the pain killer I was on while in hospital, or anything else, he just told me to up the dose. I believe I was taking 2 T3s every 4 hours to try and help with my chest pain.(Trust me, when you have your chest ripped open, and your lungs replaced, that wound hurts for a while.)

So, I was taking that dose of "Pain Killers" for a solid Month before things started to go wrong. My best friend was getting ready to move to the states and I was feeling a little Constipated. I didn't think much of it at the time. We've all been backed up. But well, we went for a fair well Lunch and I was unable to eat anything my stomach was hurting so bad.

See, I was so backed up that I couldn't eat a damn thing. Just moving was hurting and of course, to deal with the pain, I took some T3s. Bad idea. I leave the Lunch and head home, figure I'll sleep if off.

I awoke 2 hours later in even more pain. Finally, I said fuck up and drove to the Emerg. I tell them the pain has been growing at a consistent rate for about 2 days. They X-Ray, feel my stomach, ect, ect. They inform me that I'm so backed up that if I were to eat another meal I'd vomit shit, actually shit, poop, crap, doodoo, from my mouth. They quickly admit me to the Hospital.

The first 5 days sucked. It was a lot of no eating, lots of fingers up my ass to try and wiggle anything out, I drank lots of what I call "Liquid Draino"(I forgot the actual term of it. It was some gallon of something that I had to drink that SHOULD have flushed me out....it didn't), and a bunch of other stuff I care to not recall.

Day 5 rolls around and I finally have a shit. It wasn't much of a shit, it was greasy and barely anything in the bowl but it was my first shit in a week. I was happy cause 1 shit meant many more and that meant less doctors fingers up my ass.

I wanna stop real quick and just make something clear. Having so many god damn fingers up my ass at all hours was fucking painful and annoying. My ass was meant for nothing to go up it. That is a fucking exit and exit only. I was woken up MANY times at 5am just so doctors and student doctors could feel around up my ass. Fucking never again.

So, I poo'd. Things are going good and my stomach gets clearer and clearer. I'm doing one last hour walk around the Hospital(Remember, I still have to keep my new lungs in shape) and I was climbing some stairs back to my ward, I started to feel Dizzy. I tell my Doctors this and I express to them that I would like to stay an extra day to be safe. That was only have the reason to be honest. The other half was that if I went home, that would mean that my life would finally be in my hours full throttle and I was scared. I had spent so long living in the Doctors hands that in my mind, I wasn't ready. It also would have killed me with what happened next. I'd have been home alone.

I awake the next morning feeling great. I wake up to my breakfast of 30 pieces of Bacon at my side(I miss the Breakfast). I eat about 15 pieces before I started to feel Dizzy again. I figure I'm just a bit tired and I lied down. Figured I'd get another hour rest before I head home.

Jokes on me, that didn't happen.

You see, for me, I re-awoke 36 hours in ICU with tubes in my throat. Confused and pissed off. I don't remember anything that follows.

What had actually happened was I was out walking and talking to the Nurses by their desk. I had fallen to the ground and had my first seizure. Wasn't a big on I'm told. I had my second one in my Bed. I don't know how much time had gone between the first and second. They wheel me down to the MRI or CT(Again, I don't remember. So much of that is extreme hazy for me). About 10 minutes into the test I started having my third and final seizure. This was the biggest of the 3. A Grand Mal or something.

During the Grand Mal, I had aspirated into my lungs and caused my spine to fracture into two spots.

When I awoke in the ICU, I was fucking pissed off. I was supposed to be going home. This was complete bullshit for me. It was unfair.

They moved me back to my normal ward when I was release from ICU. I get wheeled up there and I try to go to the Nurse's desk to chat them up and find out what happened with the seizures but my back hurts like I couldn't believe so I spent a lot of my recovery time in my bed. I tried to tell my Nurses that my back was killing me but no one believed me. Not a single nurse or doctor believed me at the time and they would only give me hot pads for my back. It got to the point where that despite the pain, I was talking my ass to the kitchen to heat up my own pads because I needed that little bit of relief.

After a week of non-stop pain, non-stop telling the doctors of pain, no sleep, loss of appetite, and my mood changing from happy to extremely bitchy they finally ordered a test of my back. Well, few days later the results come in and guess what they see?

THAT MY FUCKING BACK IS FUCKED UP. I had and have two compound fractures in my T6 and T7. That's roughly between the bottom of my shoulder blades. They basically say to me "Our bad, here's some shitty pain meds" and kicked me out the door.

And that's the story of my back. It hasn't healed. I'm told it won't heal, and they still refuse to give me anything decent for pain. I don't sleep at night. I have days where I vomit from pain. I can't do as much exercise as I want to and I am extremely bitchy because even my own family forgets I'm in pain and makes me do shit I shouldn't be doing.

Wanna know the icing to the cake though? I meant with Pain Clinic about my back and pain meds and they have flat out accused me of being a drug addict DESPITE there being proof that my back is messed up and AND they refuse to give me any proper pain meds to help with the pain.

So ya, that's that and if I ever come off as a bitchy asshole. Assume it's a horrible pain day.

Thanks for reading. till next time~