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25
Mar

Fiberglass casts can make your foot look fugly

Those of you who have been reading my site for a while may remember that I broke my leg about two months ago. Since then I’ve been on crutches and even had surgery on my leg. I’m the kind of person who likes new experiences, good and bad, and I considered a broken leg to be a new experience. For some strange and sick reason, the first few days after I broke my leg I thought that it was going to be cool. Well let me be the first to tell you that it gets old real fast. Probably the crappiest thing about crutches is that you can no longer carry anything. It really sucks not being able to even get myself a cup of coffee in the morning.

Getting lunch while at work is quite a chore. I had broken my right leg so I didn’t drive for the first month after it happened. Thankfully there was a sandwich shop on the bottom floor of my office building so I could carry my lunch back to my office in a bag. The sandwiches weren’t that filling so once I got a salad too. I put both the sandwich and the salad in the bag and headed back to my desk. After sitting down and looking in my bag I discovered that my crutching around had caused the salad dressing to leak out of the salad container and spill all over the bag, drenching my sandwich. This sort of crap continued until I discovered I could drive with my left leg and subsequently go to a drive-thru.

Most of the time I kept a large blue sock on my right foot to cover up my toes. I figured no one really wanted to see my fat and swollen (at the time) toes, nor would it be appropriate to have my toes showing while dressed up business casual. I only took the sock off to wash it because without it my toes would get very cold. I also was unable to wash my toes or my foot because of the risk of getting the cast wet. This resulted in my right foot being very neglected.

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Now my left foot is not a thing of beauty, but it is here for purposes of comparison. That red mark under my left big toe is from wearing a sandal that was uncomfortable. But if you look at my right foot, it looks like it’s suffering from some flesh-eating disease. The toes are darker, it’s very dry, and all the skin is peeling off like after a bad sunburn. This might be a side effect of not washing my foot for two months. It also could be from wearing that blue sock nearly 24/7.

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Here’s a picture of the bottom of my foot. Note that the skin is all cracked and dry. There also seems to be a long crack where my foot rests on the end of the cast. One nasty result of the skin peeling off is the prevalence of toe jam. This stuff collects between my toes and has the consistency of earwax, the color of Vaseline, and the odor of poo. Very disgusting.

Let’s just say that I can’t wait until I can wash this horrible reeking thing. I’ve been reduced to taking baths by lying on my back in the tub with my right leg hanging out the side to keep it dry. It’s very hard to get clean this way. I one tried to take a shower by sealing off the opening at the top of my cast with plastic wrap and then wrapping a plastic bag around my leg, but this ordeal took half an hour and I hadn’t taken my shower yet! Not worth the trouble. I suppose I should have gone out and bought one of those cast shower bags but I’m too cheap and lazy for that.

If my leg looks as horrible as my foot when they finally cut my cast off this week, I’ll be sure to post some pictures of that. Stay tuned!

04
Mar

How I broke my leg — Part II

I’m really bad at following up on two-part posts, but here is the conclusion to my broken leg story.

After a brief ambulance ride, I was wheeled into the ER room at the local hospital. Fortunately, it was late at night and the area of the hospital that dealt with bone fractures was pretty much empty. So it was just my friends and me and a doctor and two nurses in the section where I was.

I have to say that this was probably the best hospital experience I have ever had. I was almost worth breaking my leg for. Almost. I could swear that the doctor and nurses were some kind of comedy team. They were hilarious and were cracking jokes and it really lightened the mood for everyone. They took several x-rays and concluded that my fibula was broken along with several tendons or ligaments that had been torn.

The doctor decided that I needed to have my bone set back into place, so they shot me up with morphine. I had never had morphine before. The feeling was a little like being drunk but a little less unpleasant. I think that I must have a very high tolerance to pain medication because I felt every bit of their attempts to set my bone back into place. Even the painkillers that they prescribed never really affected me that much.

They then gave me a set of crutches and showed me how to use them. Also, no driving or walking for six weeks, however I’ve started driving with my left leg.

04
Mar

What will universal healthcare be like? Just look at the VA

With national elections coming late next year, it is inevitable that the topic of socialized medicine will again rear its ugly head. Much ado is made about the 40,000,000 Americans who do not have health insurance, which makes the fact that there are 260,000,000 Americans that do seem insignificant. Of course the 40,000,000 figure likely includes many young and healthy individuals with low risk of serious illness who don’t believe that health insurance would be cost-effective. But good news doesn’t make for a good emotional talking point.

If one wants to know how a national health care system would operate, one needs to merely look at the systems our government has in place. The most prominent form of socialized medicine in our country is the Department of Veterans Affairs. With 235,000 employees and a budget of more than $60 billion, the VA is the federal government’s second largest department, second only to the Department of Defense. It’s purpose it to provide benefits, disability payments, and health care to military members once they’ve left the service. The medical care provided at most VA facilities is generally considered to be fairly adequate. That is, if you can even get to see a doctor at all.

For those of us who have private health insurance, we can typically see a doctor for any reason within a week or two, depending how busy that doctor’s office is. Not so with VA health care, or any other socialized health system for that matter. Private insurance yields considerable flexibility and a range of choices. If health care is handed to the state, you do it the state’s way on the state’s terms and that’s it. If its one-size-fits-all plan doesn’t suit you, that’s too bad.

The reason for the failure of socialized medicine (aside from the fact that it is run by the government) is the notion that the laws of supply and demand can be ignored. Proponents of socialized medicine desire to create a system that offers unlimited health care to all Americans. Unfortunately, unlimited health care incurs unlimited costs. Since a system that incurs unlimited costs is obviously impossible to operate, rationing of supply is inevitable. Now we have scenarios in which priorities are assigned, and people who have brain tumors that will kill them in a year won’t be treated until the people with brain tumors that will kill them in eleven months are cured.

We can see evidence of this today in the Veterans Affairs health care system. Patients sometimes have to wait months just to see a physician for a non life-threatening condition. In one recent case, a man had to wait four months to get the result of an important medical test. A backlog exists of 400,000 applications and appeals for benefits, most of which are for veterans of previous wars. This problem isn’t limited to the VA. In Canada, wait times to get into hospitals can span weeks or months, including for simple procedures (Compared with the US where wait times are generally dependent on fulfilling medical requirements–such as no eating for a day or two). The average wait time for treatment after seeing a general practitioner is a little over 17 weeks.

Inevitably, you will have people who simply support socialized medicine in general, despite all its failing. They assert that everyone has a right to cheap or free health care no matter how crappy it is. The problem is that health care is not a right in the traditional sense of what a right is. True rights relate to the individual, such as free speech or freedom of religion. To exercise these rights, one does not have to coerce someone else to do something against his or her will. With a socialized medical system, one must coerce complete strangers into funding your actions. You are forcing others to be your slave.

Nationalizing health care, especially in the United States, would be a disaster. The US government has shown an extraordinary propensity for screwing up pretty much ANYTHING it gets involved in. Imagine yourself dealing with the type of people at the IRS or DMV the next time you need stitches.

24
Feb

How I broke my leg — Part I

Since I’ve talked about what my life is like with a broken leg, I suppose it is only appropriate that I tell the story of how my leg became broken in the first place.

It was my wife’s fault. Well, sort of anyway.

My wife and my friend’s girlfriend got it in their heads that it would be a great idea to go to a roller rink and go roller skating. I was against the idea from the beginning, stating that roller skating is, “for kids.” Indeed, I hadn’t actually skated since I was 10 years old, when my elementary school classmates would invite everyone to the local roller rink for a birthday party.

But, eventually I give in because what the wife wants, the wife gets unless I don’t care much about being happy. We start the day off by going to my brother’s house to play a game called Guitar Hero. My brother is quite addicted to this game, and he loves it more than many things in life including his girlfriend and getting to work on time. I believe he even has a special spot reserved in his bed for his guitar shaped controller (I try not to use that one when I play). After playing this game for about half an hour, I can see how one can become addicted to it. For those of you who haven’t played it, it’s like Dance Dance Revolution, except that it’s with a guitar instead of dancing and it doesn’t suck.

After this, we meet up with our friends and have dinner at a burrito place and chat about various topics, including Guitar Hero. Since my brother wasn’t going skating with us and we were his ride, we all head back to his house to drop him off after dinner. On the way back I have this brilliant idea: Instead of going roller skating, we should play Guitar Hero for a while! Yes, Guitar Hero is a fun game but if someone had wanted to go eat paint chips instead of roller skating I probably would have taken him up on it. Unfortunately, my friend’s girlfriend was dead set on going roller skating that there was no avoiding the inevitable.

We arrive at the rink and walk in. The admission price of $9.50 was surprisingly expensive. Even more expensive than a movie. I had actually been to this particular rink before, many many years ago. Despite a recent remodel, the place hadn’t changed a whole lot. There were a few things that were different, such as the music. Instead of oldies and the Hokey Pokey, rap songs about sexy thighs and asses were played.

I got my skates and proceeded to get on the rink. There were actually a lot of people there and quite a few of them were going very fast. I, on the other hand, was more focused on not falling down. However as I approached the end of my first “lap” around the rink, I lost my balance and fell backwards on top of my right leg. I definitely felt and heard the bone break. A feeling of “I can’t believe that actually happened” rushed into my head. I was in extreme pain as I crawled off the rink. My wife and friends came over and my wife asked if I needed an ambulance and I told her yes.

After a few minutes, the paramedics came and put me on a stretcher. Everyone was clapping as they wheeled me out. I’m not really sure if they were clapping as a show of support or because they were glad the paramedics were finally getting me out of there so they could start skating again.

Next: My experience in the hospital ER




 

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