He says he is ADHD also. He doesn't have a sense of space and how to fit things into space in an orderly way. He just crams, but always PLANS to be orderly.
Can you please pass the pain killers? I took a pretty low blow over on another post...
Originally Posted By: miss ic
Originally Posted By: imconfused0807
Originally Posted By: fearless
P.S. Hi IC and Go Bucks!!!
THATS IT ???? Here I've been torturing myself for 13 days awaiting the razzing that I was to receive from Fearless...the Buckeye fan from hell and THATS IT... "Hi IC and Go Bucks !!!" Sheesh !! I got more abuse from Corri ! It's kind of like that build up to an orgasm that never happens.
Kind of like that build up to the first time we had sex and I got to see Mr. Happy Thats it ???? {As Miss IC high fives Journey, Southern Girl , Fearless and the rest of group that IC has picked on}
Sorry honey, just couldn't resist
But just between all of us here - I had just come out of a divorce....so I know Miss IC wasn't marrying me for the money
So how is Lil doing today? I hope the pain is subsiding somewhat. On a lighter note...did that hawk swoop down and get them hens yet
On another note...Ok'd for chemo round number 2 next week...joy ! joy!
Hi RJ- we're doing great over here. One big happy drugged family-- it's the 60's all over again. Well, I'm the only one who's drugged... but I'm happy.
RJ, give me a chronology of your injury if you can remember... It's been almost a week since the surgery. I woke up at 6 this morning and my leg was just throbbing. I'm guessing the ibuprofen had worn off, so I took some. I had assumed the pain was just getting better on its own but I guess it's the round-the-clock IB that is keeping it at bay?
Last night we all went to the choir concert that I would have been singing in if not for the accident. BF sang, we went out with friends afterward, then back to the apt where we all fell into bed. Then bf was awakened by a phone call from his daughter who had just had a fender-bender and totalled her mom's car. (Someone hit her on the driver's side-- don't have details yet.)
So bf wearily put on his clothes and left to drive her from the scene of the accident to her mom's house and then back to school, which is local. He told me later that she wound up staying at her mom's house, which made a lot more sense to me than trying to make a 9:00 am class on Saturday.
Lil, My sitch was a bit different from yours in that I was admitted to the hospital right away ( well not right away, there were no beds so I had to stay on a gurney in the ER for 24 hrs). They gave me a shot of something initially and then again when they set the dislocations...after that I was given oral medication every 4-6 hrs or something like that. When the orthopedic surgeon came in, he was shocked at the inadequate pain coverage, and immediately ordered a morphine pump, and thereafter was MY HERO. He could do no wrong...even when he bumped my surgery til the next day, and then declared that it was too swollen to operate, and pushed it off for 2 more days. I just kept pushing the button. I then stayed in the hospital for a few more days, and bid a tearful farewell to my friend the pump.
At home I took ATC percosets and aleve, and when I did not stay on top of the pain, it felt like my foot was on fire. I did the icing as much as I could those first 2 weeks. I felt better around the third week. I fell into a depression on week 4.
I kept a journal of it all and I will try to dig it up.
RJ- you definitely got surgery way before I did. Mine was in a splint for at least 10 days before the surgery. He said it was too swollen to do anything with.
I got 6 screws* put in it and a metal plate. What did they do you yours?
___________________ * "getting screwed" jokes NOT funny
Well, to be more specific, the morphine made me sick, so they switched the pump to another narcotic.
The depression was more of a pity party. I know better than to throw the word depression out carelessly. The drama of the accident/surgery/pain/ changes kept those feelings at bay until things settled down. Just wanted to give you the heads up that the feelings might catch up with you. It was by no means a major depression.
It's hard to resist some sort of screw competition joke, but I got 12 screws and a plate. I had a special screw removed at the 8 week mark, so I'm down to 11.
Thats it ???? {As Miss IC high fives Journey, Southern Girl , Fearless and the rest of group that IC has picked on}
