So anyway I was largely physically paralyzed and am better now

[kinch]

At least I learned to calm down. :)

At one point I was given a few degenerative years to live, (progressed Van Alan Syndrome) but was later diagnosed with a severe Reiter's Syndrome, now typically called the benign sounding Reactive Arthritis as Reiter, who discovered the disease, was a Nazi and Nazis are still pretty scary and should be erased from history or something.

For the time I was in the hospital (this has been over two months) I could not so much as shift my leg an inch one direction or another. I could move my hands and my elbows, but couldn't move my shoulders enough to move my arm over my body.

Anyway. Just thought I'd vent really quickly because my knees are hurting again, which is the first sign, and it is an autoimmune disease and my girlfriend has scarlet fever (perhaps-- they don't know) so now would be the time for it to come back. Argh.

Um. yeah.

 

[FCollinsBuckeye]

dude, wtf?

I hope it's nothing serious.

good vibes to you and the GF

--FCB

 

[Muck]

Hope everything work out.

 

[kinch]

Okay, further venting:

First of all, I had to go to Mount Sinai in Queens. Most people in Queens are elderly, Mexican, or Asian. No disrespect to any of the three, but they tend to be a bit shorter than me. The beds were six feet long. I am maybe a bit over 5' 11''. As an aside, it is hilarious how many guys I meet that say that they are 6 feet tall and are shorter than me-- why is that number so magical and why do people feel the need to lie about their height to reach it? Anyway, the hospital is not geared towards me and my height, and I'm not even tall. Every time the bed would be moved from a flat position to a sitting up position, and back, I would shift down the bed. Of course I was unable to move myself back onto the bed. This pissed me off. Similarly, when I was able to use my arms they would transport me in a wheelchair where my knees would practically hit my chin.

I really am pretty much better now, so I'm not on some sympathy thing, I'm just pissed because my knees hurt in a very "not a big deal" way, but it is scary. It started with my knees giving out, then the hips go, then the shoulders. It wasn't necessarily even pain after a while, it was just staring at your body and going "move damn it!" and it not responding.

So there are the two fun things to report. . . if anyone didn't know, I am a bit irreverent and I kinda get into trouble. So I got busted twice at the hospital: once I was left alone in a wheelchair, and it was my first time in a wheelchair, and so I took off to an open space by where I was getting my electrocardiogram and practiced tricks. You have to understand I could move part of me again and this was pretty exciting. . . Anyway, I got flagged as "not to be left alone." Later, once I could walk again, I decided to sneak outside for a cigarette. It had been a week or so and really I just wanted fresh air. The hospital went on lock down and I was escorted back to my room with a "watcher." :) Oh: at this point they still weren't sure what it was. They think the virus that started all of this was from someone coming to NYC from the Philippines or whatever and they happened to carry something crazy, and disease control was called in etc. and I was supposed to stay in quarantine, hence the reaction.

Edit:

Okay last bit and I'm done

I got the best physical EVER. I received every test known to man because they couldn't figure out what was going on but my white blood cell counts were off the charts. They tested every organ and gave me every sonar/mri/x-ray/etc. thing they could. They kept telling me my organs were all awesome and "young" and I kept asking them to check my liver again just to be sure. Finally they said "yes, we know you've been a bad boy, but it is really just fine."

Ha.

 

[BUCKYLE]

 

[kinch]

GPA?

 

[Deety]

Whoa. You take care, okay? Missed you around here, you crazy bastard.

Speaking of crazy bastards in medical lockup, I will give this to you. Unless you would like a balloon. I'll get one of those to you if you like. A lego one if need be.

[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MqGLHluDoe0&feature=relmfu"]YouTube - Life in Quarantine - The Fully Sick Rapper[/ame]

 

[BUCKYLE]

I'm assuming you first consulted the lego man up your ass.

 

[kinch]

I'm assuming you first consulted the lego man up your ass.

He went on (down?) to bigger and better things a long time ago. I hope he is well.

 

[Wingate1217]

Glad you are better.....now stay that way...

 

[NFBuck]

Any good drugs?

 

[Wingate1217]

Any good drugs?

Better yet, any good looking nurses?????

 

[jimotis4heisman]

Okay, further venting:

First of all, I had to go to Mount Sinai in Queens. Most people in Queens are elderly, Mexican, or Asian. No disrespect to any of the three, but they tend to be a bit shorter than me. The beds were six feet long. I am maybe a bit over 5' 11''. As an aside, it is hilarious how many guys I meet that say that they are 6 feet tall and are shorter than me-- why is that number so magical and why do people feel the need to lie about their height to reach it? Anyway, the hospital is not geared towards me and my height, and I'm not even tall. Every time the bed would be moved from a flat position to a sitting up position, and back, I would shift down the bed. Of course I was unable to move myself back onto the bed. This pissed me off. Similarly, when I was able to use my arms they would transport me in a wheelchair where my knees would practically hit my chin.

I really am pretty much better now, so I'm not on some sympathy thing, I'm just pissed because my knees hurt in a very "not a big deal" way, but it is scary. It started with my knees giving out, then the hips go, then the shoulders. It wasn't necessarily even pain after a while, it was just staring at your body and going "move damn it!" and it not responding.

So there are the two fun things to report. . . if anyone didn't know, I am a bit irreverent and I kinda get into trouble. So I got busted twice at the hospital: once I was left alone in a wheelchair, and it was my first time in a wheelchair, and so I took off to an open space by where I was getting my electrocardiogram and practiced tricks. You have to understand I could move part of me again and this was pretty exciting. . . Anyway, I got flagged as "not to be left alone." Later, once I could walk again, I decided to sneak outside for a cigarette. It had been a week or so and really I just wanted fresh air. The hospital went on lock down and I was escorted back to my room with a "watcher." :) Oh: at this point they still weren't sure what it was. They think the virus that started all of this was from someone coming to NYC from the Philippines or whatever and they happened to carry something crazy, and disease control was called in etc. and I was supposed to stay in quarantine, hence the reaction.

Edit:

Okay last bit and I'm done

I got the best physical EVER. I received every test known to man because they couldn't figure out what was going on but my white blood cell counts were off the charts. They tested every organ and gave me every sonar/mri/x-ray/etc. thing they could. They kept telling me my organs were all awesome and "young" and I kept asking them to check my liver again just to be sure. Finally they said "yes, we know you've been a bad boy, but it is really just fine."

Ha.

racist!!1!!

 

[Taosman]

Get laid, yet? :tongue2:
You picked one of the best hospitals in the entire country to visit so I think they probably got a handle on your problem.
Eat lots of pizza with fresh garlic(be sure to share with your partner). Wash it down with plenty of beer.
Get plenty of rest. Keep your stress level as low as possible. Get some Gaba Calm to help you sleep and relax.
My bill is in the mail.

 

[kinch]

Any good drugs?

Better yet, any good looking nurses?????

No and no.

Well, there is sort of a yes on the second one but not in the way you mean. Almost all of the nurses were excellent, but not remotely hot. They cared about me though, and I was a bit of an intrigue at the place a la House MD due to my situation. Every hospital should focus on good nurses. I met the "president" or whatever of the hospital because due to Astoria being a booming place she wanted, for lack of a more politically correct term, a hip white guy to tell her how things were. I mostly complained about the sizing. She said they invested heavily in nursing, and it showed. The nurses work very hard and are so obviously very caring and maternal, and maybe they are everywhere. I respect them more than doctors. The nurse that had to "watch" me was so sweet. She said I was too young to be there, as I was essentially in the "dying" wing and everyone else was in their 80s, and she understood why I should want to go outside. :)

Regarding drugs: THIS PISSED ME OFF. First: they would offer me two pills, red or blue. This isn't the Matrix you idiots. I finally caused a ruckus about that (though they did tell me what each one was when asked) and explained that I was smarter than them and that I could handle big words and information. It turns out they do that because the elderly, usually in the wing I was in, prefer the simplicity.

But they tried to shove narcotics down me. I have done them for fun, I won't lie, but I don't need it as a "keep quiet" pill. One was Percocet and the other was morphine (I didn't even know this came in a pill). I switched to Naproxen-- just strong Alleve really. Narcotics aren't anti-inflammatory, and that is what I needed.

Phew.

I've vented. It felt good. Thank you. And yeah: I'm back. Watch out.