All About G

No pun intended >.>

Anyway, it’s about 7 days, give a few hours, since I sustained my concussion. My follow-up for my concussion says I still have a concussion. Dr. Getzin recommend mental and physical rest, of course, and advised me to push back my midterms thank God; I was worried about that. I had taken my Bioethics midterm last Thursday and I couldn’t finish it . He said “no exercise”, which I knew and had already been doing with frustration (I hate not playing soccer). I still get headaches, and they worsen when I have to really concentrate on something. The sunlight hurts too, and not just my head but my eyes. Sleeping does help and I should do more of that, but since I’m going home in a couple of days, and since I don’t have a life outside of the house and Nat’s place, I think sleep won’t be an issue.

… Crap. I shouldn’t have stopped typing this to pull up a song… now I can’t remember what I was gonna write. Yea, my short-term memory has improved, but it’s not back to the way it was. Um… yea. Since I don’t remember what else I was going to say, I guess I’m done with this blog post =/

Comments (0) Mar 09 2010

Probably not what you think.

So I have a concussion. I’m about to go to the ER to get it checked out. Simply because I panicked about going to sleep. Though I guess one can never be more safe than sorry. But I didn’t want to turn this into a hospital visit because I didn’t think it was that bad.

Well, here’s what happened; last night during our intramural soccer championship game (in which we won YAY!), I was playing defense on the girl who had the ball. Sam, her name, has a really powerful drive, and is one of their better scorers. So she went to take a shot, and I got in front of her. I’ve blocked shots before, hitting them off of my legs, shoulder, back, etc. It’s nothing new to me. So I turned around, hunching my shoulders to tense up my back (which was probably a good thing, because if I hadn’t, I’m pretty sure the concussion would’ve been a lot worse), and I expected the ball to hit my back. Well, instead, it hit the back of my head.

I vaguely remember taking a staggered step forward from the force of the impact, and I managed to sit down on the floor without falling. I remember there was someone on my right side, and then someone on my left (there might have been at least one more person). I could only look straight ahead; I couldn’t even turn my head to look at who was around me. Or maybe I did, but I don’t remember. I don’t know how I got back on my feet, and I don’t know whether or not I got off the court with/without assistance. But my head felt light-headed and in a daze, and I had a slight pressure-ache (the barely there headaches). I managed through last night just fine.

Today went by in a blur; I can’t remember what we talked about in Spanish, and I don’t remember what we went over in Assessment. The only thing I could tell you about AT Tech was that my injury RP was a patellar subluxation, and Jess was my clinician. I can’t really remember the other injuries nor can I remember which assignment was to whom. I even forgot something that Rose, my professor, told me, seconds after hearing her say it.

I’ve been told by nearly everyone I talk to that I should get looked at (though I didn’t think it was a big deal… did I say that already?). I figured I’d do it tomorrow. Nick, one of my coworkers, told me that sleeping with a concussion, wasn’t a good idea. And about an hour ago, my headache got slightly worse. So I panicked slightly, and called the Cayuga Medical Center for consultation. The lady told me I should go over just to play it safe, so I’m about to go right now. I don’t think it’s anything terrible, but I just want to make sure I don’t accidentally die over night. I guess it’s true that you shouldn’t take head injuries lightly. Anyway, I’ll update you all on what’s going on tomorrow.

(I find it slightly ironic that it’s been almost a year since my last visit.)

Comments (0) Mar 04 2010

Thank gawd it’s not broken. Though I’m not really good to go either. I dealt a good deal of damage to the soft tissue in my foot, so I’m to get the swelling down as best as I can, and I have a follow up appointment with Laurie (the orthopedic PA who saw me) in two weeks. It’s awesome, because Laurie was an ATC at IC, and she taught P&C so we had a nice little discussion about that good stuff, let me tell you.

The pain’s gotten better, but the bruises sure haven’t, lol. It sorta looks like death. I’ll take a pic or two and I’ll post another time.

Comments (0) Mar 31 2009

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Wonderful stuff. Wonderful.

Comments (0) Mar 30 2009

I turn around and break my foot to top it all off! *knocks on wood* Hopefully.

Well now, you’re all probably wondering exactly why I went ahead and broke my foot. What are you stupid? I didn’t do it on purpose.

Ironically, I did it playing soccer (God has one sick sense of humor…). I’ll try to make this simple.

So I was playing soccer in the gym, playing my position, you know, defense. I was fighting over the ball in a corner of the gym; the corner of the gym where the double doors are. And then I actually got possession. So now I’m in front of the doors, shielding the ball from this guy who’s a freakin’ ex-Bomber. Yes, you read that right. He was on the varsity men’s soccer team here, and I was the one with the ball and he was trying to steal it from me.

Originally, I had planned to kind of swivel my hips and drive the ball up the court, using the wall to hit the ball around him. And I suppose my sense of depth perception completely failed me… actually no it didn’t, because if it wasn’t for the door frame in the way, I would’ve been able to hit the ball. So instead of kicking the ball as hard as I could, I ended up kicking the corner of the frame as hard as I could instead. And let me tell you, I thought my coccyx was painful? Holy effing crap.

At least the adrenaline made the pain bearable, so I kept playing. We were already playing a man down and none of us had any subs, and I wasn’t about to just stop (even though we were mercy ruled 3-13… God, you’re an asshole). So I kept playing, and since this was my kicking foot that I hurt, every time I took a shot or kicked the ball, it hurt like hell.

Afterwards I took off my sneakers and my right sock, because throughout the entire game I could feel how swollen it was. I was cursing the whole time. When I finally looked at it, it was swollen and black and blue. And at that point I thought to myself ‘Well shit… knowing my luck, I broke this, didn’t I?’

When I stood back up to get a drink while informing Mom over the phone, I quickly realized just how much more painful something can be once the adrenaline starts to wear off. And that pain increased tenfold after I got back to my room.

In the end, I went over to the hospital, because when I reached the point where I couldn’t even walk on it, I decided that getting it checked really couldn’t wait.

So they did x-rays, found nothing, suspected a hidden fracture, and they gave me this shoe brace thing, a pair of crutches (which I suck at using) and vicodin. I just need to get all of my papers back from Meredith, the friend who drove me up, so I can call to see Dr. Greene at the Orthopedic group in town. I’ll keep you guys posted.

Comments (2) Mar 30 2009