Hey guys, what's up?
#1
Posted 01 November 2007 - 10:00 PM
Hey guys, thought I'd give you guys a heads up.
I know I might have made some guys nervous as of what's happened in my life lately, so I'll clear it up right here.
I won't bother to mention the positive, because it's just a concert yesterday with the worlds best trumpeteer, got a pic of me and him.
Okay, lemme try and sum it up.
The 10th of october, I was down at this place called the Rock House.
It was 9 pm, and everyone were standing outside, talking to eachother. One, was sitting a car, parked, talking to guys outside of his window.
I was going to talk to a friend, so I casually lean on the car, both feet firmly on the ground.
Then suddenly, the driver wanted to be funny, so he slams on the gas, getting me caught on the hood because of the air force.
He sped up to around 20-30 Mph, with me on the hood. He let go of the gas, and I started to slide. I remember thinking "This isn't going to go well." I was right.
He slams on the brakes, and I get slammed down on the asphalt, knee first, then sliding with my face along the asphalt, around 6-9ish feet. I remember it going a little black, then seeing the headlights, the car was standing still. I tried to stand up. It went well, until I leaned some weight on my left leg. I went straight down in the asphalt, rolling around in agony and pain.
I waited for someone of my friends to come, they had seen the whole thing from behind. They came running, and I asked the calmly to help me to the side, because I didn't want to be sitting in the middle of the road, and that I couldn't stand on my left leg.
I got lifted and supported to the side of the road, and the driver came out, very confused, and asked if I wanted an ambulance or get driven there. I thanked no, and asked a friend to call one of my brothers, so he could drive me there. I remember it being pretty quiet among the crowd of friends that had gathered.
A girl friend of mine asked if I was okay, I responded with "partially". I got some napkins, because I saw some blood from my face. It was approx. 20 napkins. I put them to my face at once, and they all got instantly soaked. I saw down, and saw a pool about 1 feet wide from my blood.
One of my friends said I had something white in my bottom lip. I asked him to pull it out. It was part of one of my teeth, it had almost penetrated my lower lip. I asked to be helped over to a bench, and sat down, thinking and waiting. It was extremely quiet until my brother came, sideways with his car, walking quickly to me, and asking what the hell had happened. He tugged on my upper lip, and saw what I had seen 2 minutes ago. My two teeth, upper middle-left and the one to the left of that, was broken in half. He helped me into the car, and drive me to the hospital.
He carried me inside, and sat me on a waiting bench, among three other people. They didn't seem that ill. I remember them all staring at me, then turning away in politeness. After half a minute of my brother explaining what had happened to the nurse, I got carried in to a waiting room. My mom and dad, with my two brothers, came running in. My mother comforted me, and my father was scolding me because he said it was my fault before he even heard the story.
After 90 minutes of waiting, a doctor came in.
She told me that it was normal for my knee to be sore and swollen after such things, and that it would be better. She patched me up, and sent me packing home.
To make it short, don't wanna whine, I;
Went to the dentist day after, and he said "oh my god" and clutched his face when he saw me. He made a doctors appointment for me on monday (this was a thursday).
On monday, I got plastic on my teeth, and she said one of em was dead, it needed a root canal.
Tuesday I gave statement to the police. I was getting no blame, he was getting all the blame. The police told us to keep all reciepts so that his insurance company will pay.
On thursday I was at the doctors, had so much pain in the knee and it didn't work properly, and it wasn't trusty. Got sent directly to x-ray with painkillers in my blood, and a packet in my hand.
The Xray apperently showed no broken bones.
On monday, I saw my doctor again, and she said that I should get an MR.
On the sunday that was just now, I did an MR.
On monday, the doctor called me, and said that "something was wrong in my knee, but didn't wanna tell it over the phone"
This tuesday, I went down to her. She said I had Bone Marrow Eudemia, and Oseokondritus.
Bone Marrow Eudemia is that my bone marrow is damaged, swollen and bleeding. Not good, but it will hopefully heal.
The Oseokondritus is worse. It's the bone in my knee its structure was well.. Crushed, cracked, and so was its buildup.
So, crutches for me now for a month, then meeting a doctor. I might get an surgery then, and if that doesn't work, a metal knee.
But no matter what happens, my knee will never be okay again. If I'm lucky, I might walk properly at my best. I will never get to train the leg again, or do any lifting/working with it for that matter. I am now in constant pain, and its only worsening. They won't give me any painkillers, because I would need it so much that I'd get addicted to it. The medicine I get, I'm growing immune against after only 48 hours.
So to sum it up, my knee's damaged now, will be damaged, and I'll have problems with it for the rest of my life because a guy wanted to be funny.
That's my rant, if anyone wanted to read it or wondered what had happened to be.
Keep smiling and walking for me, because I'm a little short on that at the moment.
I know I might have made some guys nervous as of what's happened in my life lately, so I'll clear it up right here.
I won't bother to mention the positive, because it's just a concert yesterday with the worlds best trumpeteer, got a pic of me and him.
Okay, lemme try and sum it up.
The 10th of october, I was down at this place called the Rock House.
It was 9 pm, and everyone were standing outside, talking to eachother. One, was sitting a car, parked, talking to guys outside of his window.
I was going to talk to a friend, so I casually lean on the car, both feet firmly on the ground.
Then suddenly, the driver wanted to be funny, so he slams on the gas, getting me caught on the hood because of the air force.
He sped up to around 20-30 Mph, with me on the hood. He let go of the gas, and I started to slide. I remember thinking "This isn't going to go well." I was right.
He slams on the brakes, and I get slammed down on the asphalt, knee first, then sliding with my face along the asphalt, around 6-9ish feet. I remember it going a little black, then seeing the headlights, the car was standing still. I tried to stand up. It went well, until I leaned some weight on my left leg. I went straight down in the asphalt, rolling around in agony and pain.
I waited for someone of my friends to come, they had seen the whole thing from behind. They came running, and I asked the calmly to help me to the side, because I didn't want to be sitting in the middle of the road, and that I couldn't stand on my left leg.
I got lifted and supported to the side of the road, and the driver came out, very confused, and asked if I wanted an ambulance or get driven there. I thanked no, and asked a friend to call one of my brothers, so he could drive me there. I remember it being pretty quiet among the crowd of friends that had gathered.
A girl friend of mine asked if I was okay, I responded with "partially". I got some napkins, because I saw some blood from my face. It was approx. 20 napkins. I put them to my face at once, and they all got instantly soaked. I saw down, and saw a pool about 1 feet wide from my blood.
One of my friends said I had something white in my bottom lip. I asked him to pull it out. It was part of one of my teeth, it had almost penetrated my lower lip. I asked to be helped over to a bench, and sat down, thinking and waiting. It was extremely quiet until my brother came, sideways with his car, walking quickly to me, and asking what the hell had happened. He tugged on my upper lip, and saw what I had seen 2 minutes ago. My two teeth, upper middle-left and the one to the left of that, was broken in half. He helped me into the car, and drive me to the hospital.
He carried me inside, and sat me on a waiting bench, among three other people. They didn't seem that ill. I remember them all staring at me, then turning away in politeness. After half a minute of my brother explaining what had happened to the nurse, I got carried in to a waiting room. My mom and dad, with my two brothers, came running in. My mother comforted me, and my father was scolding me because he said it was my fault before he even heard the story.
After 90 minutes of waiting, a doctor came in.
She told me that it was normal for my knee to be sore and swollen after such things, and that it would be better. She patched me up, and sent me packing home.
To make it short, don't wanna whine, I;
Went to the dentist day after, and he said "oh my god" and clutched his face when he saw me. He made a doctors appointment for me on monday (this was a thursday).
On monday, I got plastic on my teeth, and she said one of em was dead, it needed a root canal.
Tuesday I gave statement to the police. I was getting no blame, he was getting all the blame. The police told us to keep all reciepts so that his insurance company will pay.
On thursday I was at the doctors, had so much pain in the knee and it didn't work properly, and it wasn't trusty. Got sent directly to x-ray with painkillers in my blood, and a packet in my hand.
The Xray apperently showed no broken bones.
On monday, I saw my doctor again, and she said that I should get an MR.
On the sunday that was just now, I did an MR.
On monday, the doctor called me, and said that "something was wrong in my knee, but didn't wanna tell it over the phone"
This tuesday, I went down to her. She said I had Bone Marrow Eudemia, and Oseokondritus.
Bone Marrow Eudemia is that my bone marrow is damaged, swollen and bleeding. Not good, but it will hopefully heal.
The Oseokondritus is worse. It's the bone in my knee its structure was well.. Crushed, cracked, and so was its buildup.
So, crutches for me now for a month, then meeting a doctor. I might get an surgery then, and if that doesn't work, a metal knee.
But no matter what happens, my knee will never be okay again. If I'm lucky, I might walk properly at my best. I will never get to train the leg again, or do any lifting/working with it for that matter. I am now in constant pain, and its only worsening. They won't give me any painkillers, because I would need it so much that I'd get addicted to it. The medicine I get, I'm growing immune against after only 48 hours.
So to sum it up, my knee's damaged now, will be damaged, and I'll have problems with it for the rest of my life because a guy wanted to be funny.
That's my rant, if anyone wanted to read it or wondered what had happened to be.
Keep smiling and walking for me, because I'm a little short on that at the moment.
#2
Posted 01 November 2007 - 10:26 PM
Omg Jon =/ I can't believe anyone would be that stupid >.<
I really hope your knee heals well and that you'll be able to walk as soon as possible..
And I mean that so sincerly..
I really hope your knee heals well and that you'll be able to walk as soon as possible..
And I mean that so sincerly..
#3
Posted 01 November 2007 - 10:37 PM
I'm still so shocked about this whole thing... I really hope you get better as soon as humanly possible.
#5
Posted 01 November 2007 - 11:31 PM
Moral of the story: Always be sure people are strapped on with duct tape before utilizing them as human hood ornaments.
Comic relief.
You know my say in it, Ace. Just take it easy and things will get better. Just gotta ride out the tough stuff in the meantime.
Comic relief.
You know my say in it, Ace. Just take it easy and things will get better. Just gotta ride out the tough stuff in the meantime.
Overwhelmed as one would be, placed in my position.
Such a heavy burden now to be "The One".
Born to bear and read to all the details of our ending
To write it down for all the world to see.
Such a heavy burden now to be "The One".
Born to bear and read to all the details of our ending
To write it down for all the world to see.
#7
Posted 03 November 2007 - 12:42 AM
Keep us updated when you can.
#9
Posted 03 November 2007 - 01:37 AM
Yeah...well...that's bad. So...when are you going to take his nuts as payment? I hear they can sell pretty well for organ donor societies. Just keep them cool so they don't decay.
Keep your head up.
--Ruckus
Keep your head up.
--Ruckus
#12
Posted 03 November 2007 - 04:42 AM
Overwhelmed as one would be, placed in my position.
Such a heavy burden now to be "The One".
Born to bear and read to all the details of our ending
To write it down for all the world to see.
Such a heavy burden now to be "The One".
Born to bear and read to all the details of our ending
To write it down for all the world to see.
#13
Posted 03 November 2007 - 05:06 AM
Oh god Jon...
All I can say that hasn't already been said is this. You're handling this much better than I, or 1/2 of the people on this forum, would.
Kidneys sell pretty well too, but it takes a little more skill than cutting off his balls.
Wait... what? I thought you died
You sticking around this time?
All I can say that hasn't already been said is this. You're handling this much better than I, or 1/2 of the people on this forum, would.
Yeah...well...that's bad. So...when are you going to take his nuts as payment? I hear they can sell pretty well for organ donor societies. Just keep them cool so they don't decay.
Keep your head up.
--Ruckus
Keep your head up.
--Ruckus
Kidneys sell pretty well too, but it takes a little more skill than cutting off his balls.
Wait... what? I thought you died

You sticking around this time?
#14
Posted 03 November 2007 - 05:24 PM
Oh god Jon...
All I can say that hasn't already been said is this. You're handling this much better than I, or 1/2 of the people on this forum, would.
Kidneys sell pretty well too, but it takes a little more skill than cutting off his balls.
Wait... what? I thought you died
You sticking around this time?
All I can say that hasn't already been said is this. You're handling this much better than I, or 1/2 of the people on this forum, would.
Yeah...well...that's bad. So...when are you going to take his nuts as payment? I hear they can sell pretty well for organ donor societies. Just keep them cool so they don't decay.
Keep your head up.
--Ruckus
Keep your head up.
--Ruckus
Kidneys sell pretty well too, but it takes a little more skill than cutting off his balls.
Wait... what? I thought you died

You sticking around this time?
Kidneys are probably worth more, too.
Also, hey Ruckus!