The BFT Official "RANT" THREAD!!!

Know what I hate, obscenely long winded posts!

 

Who can resist eating the fries on the way home though? No mere mortal can achieve that.

 

Wasn't going to say anything. But it's late, and I need to talk.

Went into work Wednesday with no issues around 2 pm. Around 2:30, I started having a pretty intense pain in my upper abdomen. Now, this isn't my first time. I had a significant gall attack in December. But with the absence of stones, they couldn't exactly say why it happened. This pain was familiar.

I have an antispasmotic medication for if I get an attack. Never needed it. After 10 minutes of pain, I'm seriously considering leaving work to go take one and lie down. Good thing I didn't...

I told a coworker I was feeling a little light headed. He said "Yeah, you look kinda pale."

That's the last thing I remember.

I woke up with my boss anchoring my head and telling me not to move. The ambulance is on its way. Apparently I blacked out and SLAMMED the back of my head off the concrete floor. Opening a 6 inch gash. They say I was out cold 30-60 seconds. I do remember dreaming. The odd thing was, my stomach didn't hurt anymore. Go figure. So here comes the ambulance. Collar on, back brace, strapped in tight like a sardine in a can and off we go.

Spent the next 7 hours in the ER, first for tests on my head and spine, then for tests on my abdomen. Of course, they can't find an obvious cause. Good news is, my head and spine is ok (although a concussion is probably likely). They believe it was another gall attack and the pain triggered a response that caused me to pass out. More doctors and tests on Friday. They sent me home.

So I've spent the rest of the time with a throbbing head. The staples closing that gash are a special irritant. Headaches. I have to be very careful not to make sudden movements or the room starts spinning. And now I'm burning the hell up with a fever. All of this in the middle of a nasty snowstorm. (Which I can't do anything about since I'm not allowed to exert myself).

I tried to sleep, but 2 covers was too many. I was burning up. So now I'm up for a bit to cool down (although maybe that's a good sign).

The good news is I'm alert. Coherent. My memory is fine except for the obvious: can't recall blacking out. I know where I am. Who I am. And that 2+2=potato.

(Sooooooo regret not using the "Batman" thing when I first came to. Took me a few seconds to gather my wits.)

 

Dang, Ray. Sorry to hear that. "I'm Batman" would have been epic, or "take me to your leader!".

 

Thanks guys. Doc said I have to take a week off work today. The staples have to stay in another week. As for the abdominal issues, more tests and specialists now.

Ready to just tell them "take it out already."

 

Quick update:

The swelling has gone down. Not completely, but a good deal. The wound is still seeping. Ugh. I think the worst of the concussion is over. No more headaches (the impact site hurts of course, but not my whole head anymore), I have more energy and my appetite has come back.

In other news, my baby girl. My youngest. (She's a twin, but she was born last by a minute. And she was always the daintiest of the 3 girls). She's currently on a plane bound for Atlanta. From there, she gets on a plane to San Antonio. When she lands there, she gets on a bus...

And her career in the USAF begins. It's an odd sensation. As a Dad, being both worried about her and proud of her at the same time. But she set her mind on this almost 2 years ago and has clenched onto the idea like a pitbull. All I could do after a year of trying to direct her to going to college instead is support her. Maybe I shouldn't be surprised. She was born into the Air Force life. Her Mom and Dad both served. Whatever her reasons, she's really excited to go. This will make her the 5th generation of my family to serve in the U.S. military. But if 10 years ago, you told me one would go, I would have guessed my oldest. Not the princess.

 

Glad to hear the head is healing up. Congrats on your baby going into the AF. That's got to be bittersweet.