Had to go to the ER today

I don’t know what the deal is. In my wild and criminally stupid youth I found myself in the ER at least once a year, some years much more.

Now I can only recall my last 3 visits, off the top of my head. Nearly 9 years ago I crashed my bike, broke my collar bone, and needed surgery for my leg. Then… nothing until this March, when out of the blue I nearly bled to death at work. Which brings us to today… I managed to give myself a knot (hematoma) the size of the prototypical goose egg (seriously, this ain’t no sissy-ass chicken egg!) on the top of my right wrist. Initially I’d decided to wrap it up and ignore it, but it hurt like a, shall we say, melon fever.

So, I go to the ER. Not the one half a mile from my house, where they’ve elevated incompetence to an art-form, but another (slightly less) nearby one where I was treated extremely well after my crash ~8 years ago and where the Orthopedic Surgeon who treated me practices.

They took some X-rays and after some consultation decided that nothing’s broken and no surgical intervention is called for at this time. If it gets any bigger or starts impinging on any nerves it will probably come to that. Actually I was almost hoping for surgery, recovery would’ve been a matter of days. History and experience have shown that this thing on my arm is going to take considerably longer than that to reabsorb.

So, probably no bike riding for a week or two, no work this weekend and… They gave me Vicodin. Well I must wrap this up, the Vicodin’s telling me I should bake a pie and watch a movie, and when Vicodin speaks, I listen.