I feel ya. I have A TON of sports injuries. It's just, the first time I tore the labra in my hips and they prescribed me Vicodin...well, I was an exercise addict, all it did was teach me the unrivaled pleasure of running while on Vicodin! That was a few years ago, I'm getting better now. Still need muscle relaxers and milder pain killers for the occasional frozen shoulders/neck, but the hips are better and I rarely overdo it. If you can stop yourself now, take it from someone who knows, it's worth resting.
I know, but if at 40 years of age I've not learnt my lesson I'm never going to. Broken ribs have slowed me down a few times and I had to rest up for a month once after a patient er...."grabbed" me......but by and large I'm very much of the "chew painkillers and work around it" camp, lol!
I've had a fractured skull and clavicle when I was 11. I was also in a coma at that time and hydrocephalic. I was hit by a guy on a motorcycle but I didn't see him and walked or ran out in front of him. I've had about 6 concussions, mostly from hockey and one rollover car accident and one where a car ran into me from behind while I was on my motorcycle. Getting hit by the car and flying from the motorcycle caused my entire body to Ache for a while. I've broken my toes so many times that when I would whine about it every one was like, "again?" I fractured a metatarsal running to answer the phone.( pretty exciting right?) Had a lateral Malleolus fracture.(Ankle) I rolled across the sidewalk on a two inch long twig. About the circumference of a pencil while walking the dogs.( again, pretty exciting life I lead) I had to hobble back home and drive to the doctor. Then I also had a distal radius fracture, (wrist) I did while fencing. I finished the tournament though. I had a kidney stone which was painful, however, I've had menstrual cramps as bad but then it turned out that at that time I had a CT and ultrasound done and I had kidney cancer. So about a month later the doctors removed my kidney.
Ya, know, When I was in the Army, I wanted to go to jump school. My Sergent major got me into a class that was coming up in the next couple of weeks after I asked him. But I chickened out. He was sooooo mad!!!!!
I broke my left ankle just over twenty years ago when I was hit by a car in a shopping center parking lot. The driver had stopped a a crosswalk so that I could walk across, and his foot slipped off the brake and the car lurched forward and struck me. I fell on the hood (luckily it was a model with a low sloping hood - or things might have been worse). I then fell to the ground and looked up and saw the car moving forward - fortunately I was able to scramble out of the way. I was shaken up up, but I thought that I was uninjured, except for a small cut on my forehead and dented eyeglass frames, but the next day I couldn't put any weight on it. I saw my doctor and he taped it up - I didn't need a cast - but I was on crutches for about six weeks, and then had an air cast for awhile. In retrospect, it was kind of amusing, since I work at a public library, and I can be somewhat intense and rush around doing all of my various jobs. I was even more like that back then, and I didn't let the crutches slow me down at all - I don't know if my colleagues were more scared or amused at the time, and as bad as my ankle hurt, it was nothing compared to how sore my throat got, because I had to explain to every single person what had happened and why I was on crutches.
When I was 6 months pregnant with my youngest I fell down the stairs and cracked my elbow. I didn't go to the hospital right away because I didn't think I had done anything serious till about 3 in the morning when the blood building up in the joint caused enough pain that I took it seriously. When you are more then 20 weeks pregnant and go to emergency they send you to labour and delivery where they spent a lot of time checking the baby who was obviously fine because he was kicking up a storm. Then maternity doctors won't look at you because it's not baby related and regular doctors aren't allowed in the ward so they had to drag my regular doctor out of bed to come look at me. So due to the fact that I'm generally a train wreck when I'm pregnant, I was givgiv myself 5 injections a day with 1 arms and was home alone all day with a 2 year old who still was wearing diapers. Took about a year before I could open a door with that hand and I was black and blue from head to foot for a couple weeks. But it healed really well
I'd never broken anything until earlier this year when I was using my snowblower. I pivoted on my ankle and I heard a loud snap! I felt a moment of pain, but it was kinda dull and went away, so I ignored it. Steadily over the next two weeks, my foot became more and more painful to walk on so I went to the doctor who told me that I'd completely shattered the top bone in my right foot. Yikes! He told me that other people with similar injuries that also have neuropathy tend to wait months and months and end up needing to have their feet amputated and congratulated me on coming in so "soon". I didn't realize that two weeks after an injury was "soon". Still recovering and I will probably walk with a limp the rest of my life. I've had four surgeries over my life other than dental procedures. Thankfully nothing too serious. Well, I say nothing too serious, but had I not gone in for my toe when I did I'd most likely be dead. I guess gas gangrene is nothing to sneeze at.
Glad the foot is doing better. Sorry about the limp. Are they giving you medicine for the neuropathy?
When I was 4 and starting kindergarten, my parents had just installed a push button garage door opener. I decided on my own that I was going to open the door myself. But I was slightly too short, so I grabbed the railing to reach up that extra half-inch to hit the button. The garage door wheels ran over and through my left middle finger, basically tearing it almost completely off. Luckily, I went into almost immediate shock, and I remember nothing of what happened afterward. My main tendon was severed, and to this day I cannot flex the uppermost joint of that finger. I have to push that joint with my thumb if I want to make a fist. Also, the mid-joint now overextends a bit in the “wrong” direction. It’s been known to creep people out a bit.
My dad was taking one called Carbamazepine for awhile. It reduced the numb feeling and pain in his feet and legs.
Thankfully I'm beyond the diabetic nerve pain stage of my neuropathy. I guess I know about the meds that are advertised on TV, but many if not most are associated with a worsening of depression. Not good. I'll talk to my new doctor when I see her. Thanks for the suggestion.
Minor stuff only. I cracked a rib once when the VW Bug I was driving got T-boned by a teenager driving daddy's Buick. Also the Coke bottles we had in the back seat (to be returned to the store for refunds--remember those days?--yes, I'm old) exploded spectacularly. Another time, I was walking down the basement stairs while carrying the kids' new kitten and I transferred my attention from walking to looking at the kitten and I fell a$$ over teakettle down the rest of the stairs. The kitten was not injured at all but I broke the big toe on my right foot. I had to elevate my toe for awhile or it turned into an eggplant.
Haven't outright broken anything (yet), although I apparently "chipped" my elbow in grade 4. No cast, but I had to have my right arm in a sling for weeks (and I'm right-handed). It happened during gym; I took a tumble onto that hard gym floor. Is it any wonder I hate gym? I've had a number of surgeries and procedures. Most of them you're out for, so it's no big deal. (Although the recovery part can of course be difficult.) However, the worst, by far, was the major eye surgery. I'll spoiler code this for those of you squeamish about eye things (you're welcome). Spoiler: Not for the faint of heart Medically, I have not experienced anything worse than having them cut into your eyes, and mess around with stuff in there, while you're awake and have no choice but to watch through everything. It didn't hurt per se, because they numbed everything up really well (although watching the freezing needle come up to your eyeball was bad enough), but the entire experience was as uncomfortable and unsettling as you would imagine. It was, in a word, torturous: I was prepared to spill all my state secrets. I didn't actually know any, but I would have made up something if it would have made them stop. Fortunately, things were successful. Don't get me wrong, it was worth it: I can see today, and I was heading to blindness without the surgery. But I wouldn't wish that experience on my worst enemy.
I knew a Coastie who was hunting from up in a tree and he lost his balance and fell out of the tree, landing on his head on top of a turtle. The first thing EVERYBODY asked him was "How is the turtle?" Human nature, yeah, but really!? Absolutely true story, so I was just trying to forestall that question, I guess.
My mom has macular degeneration in one eye. It's not nearly as bad as what you went through but every 3 months she has to have injections into her eyeball. The doctor doesn't even do anything to numb it. He says his patients are tough and can take it. I can't imagine having that done once let alone every 3 months.