The original intention for today's blog was to tell tales of spirits, specters and shadows caught in the corner of my eye, but that needs to be placed upon the proverbial "back burner" for now, whilst I instead, direct my attentions, once again, toward the topsy-turviness that is 2012.
It seems from the outset of Christmas 2011, my luck has been..., well..., kinda f*cked. I mentioned how I'd slipped on the ice at my uncles house on Boxing Day, resulting in splitting my left elbow open and requiring stitches from the small hospital located in his small town. Stitches that couldn't have been put in any worse, if I'd have done it myself, while blindfolded. Some have speculated in the days since my discovery of this that I was "over-reacting", but I got confirmation from my physician this morning, that the stitch job was, indeed, a sloppy one at best. She (my doctor) was also shocked that they neglected to X-ray me, despite my lack of immobility. I inquired about the cause of the intense pain I experience when I bump or even touch the tender spot, in which she speculated that there may be a chip or a barb created from the tumble.
My doctor efficiently removed the stitches from the hack job mending and then proceeded to give me my monthly injection. Without going into any sort of detail, suffice it to say that yours truly was born with a condition in which a certain chemical is not produced in my body, which prompts the need for me to visit my physician on a month-by-month basis, to receive an injection of a controlled substance. Today was my regular visit, and the stitch removal was an "added bonus". She'd just stuck me in the left buttock when I heard her say, "Oh wow, Jeff. You're arm is bleeding."
I wasn't just bleeding from my left arm, where the stitches had been just moments before, but the blood was pouring out, like if you turned a faucet slightly open. A good steady trickle, it was. I got blood on the chair. On the floor. On my shoe.., my nearly new sneaker. And later on I noticed that I even got a few droplets on the back of my jeans.
Without hesitation, my doctor leaped to the counter in the small examining room to grab some tissue and antiseptic, but in doing so, left me standing there with my britches slung down under my butt cheek. Next was equal to a comedic routine from an old vaudevillian show. My doctor fighting to contain the bleeding in my arm, my struggling to hold onto the bandages while trying to pull my pants up using nothing more than free-will. Eventually, we managed to collect our faculties and she held the bandages while I pulled my pants up with my opposite hand.
Another physician came in to assess the new situation and together we came to the conclusion that the original doctor who stitched me up in that small town hospital located in my uncle's small town, must've pierced a vein when stitching up my elbow and when the stitches were removed, the bleeding started all over again. FYI: It's a good thing that young doctor in Tisdale, SK is an attractive young woman, because she sucks shit as a doctor!!!
Now, here I sit, giant tensor bandage wrapped firmly around my arm, preventing me from bending it. Wrapped solidly enough to compactly compress the new bandage applied to my arm, while loose enough to continue blood flow to my fingertips. The theory is that the bandage will help the wound congeal and clot and tomorrow sometime I get to remove said bandage and hopefully (I say with hands clasped and looking up to the imaginary man in the sky) I won't resume bleeding when I do so. If I do, I'm essentially f*cked. I can't drive AND hold tissue upon tissue to my arm.
THAT is my 2012, thus far. A real roller coaster of cluster-f*cks! I'll keep you posted. And I will write the haunting tale soon.
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