STARSCREAM'S PROFILE

I've had my fair share of broken bones, but my most recent injury is something I will never recover from 100%.

About four years ago, my wife was trying to get me to like horses. OK, you guys already know this is going to turn out bad. We already owned one horse for her, and she ended up buying one for me. Mine was massive. Anyways, city slicker Starscream doesn't do farm animals, in any sense of the word.

I actually got to ride the horse once. It was kind of kickass because we were galloping through some creeks and stuff. This built my confidence a little too much. That same week, I again tried to ride the beast. This time, before I had even gotten all the way on, the saddle pinched the horse's skin and it went nuts. Me, being the awesome dude that I am, held on the entire time it was bucking. But me, being the dumbass that I am, went flying the moment it stopped. I landed on my right wrist, which looked really odd.

My first reaction was to get up and push the horse halfway over, because you know that solved everything. We got in the car and went home, where I ran cold water over my wrist while my wife got some ice for it. She hadn't actually seen it yet, but when she went to apply the ice I said "Yeah, this isn't going to work."

Long story short is I went to the ER where they called a specialist in to perform an operation. My wrist joint was fractured in five different spots. When they put me under for the procedure, I was told I was getting a screw through my wrist. However, the last words I could hear before I was drugged was "I can't find the right length screws anywhere!"

When I woke up, my arm was in some sort of frankenstein contraption. I had an external fixature attached, which isn't cool. I had 4 long screws in my arm at various points, and a pin going straight through my wrist. The idea of the contraption was that it wouldn't allow me to move my wrist at all, so that it could heal.

I had to wear it for several months. I was on quite a bit of pain medication. It got even worse as it was summertime, and eventually the heat forced me to take my bandages off. It was at that moment everyone knew what kind of agony I was in; they could see the screws going through my arm and the exposed flesh. Soon after my boss refused to let me work more than a half day, which was cool because I was salaried.

I eventually got it taken off, albeit with a STANDARD BLACK & DECKER DRILL. That's right, the doc used a power tool on me. I was supposed to go to therapy, but I had made such big adjustments on my own that I thought it would a) be a waste of time and b) further detract from my work schedule. I really wish I would have now, as it never quite healed right. I have full function of it and everything, but it's definitely not the same and I fear as I get older I will have a lot of problems with it.

I have some kickass scars now, little portions of flesh that go in my skin when I adjust my wrist. Great conversation piece at parties.

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Please quit double posting.

author=kentona link=topic=158.msg3467#msg3467 date=1190594407
I've dislocated my shoulder.

Xtreme rpgmaking again?