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Stupid mistakes/ER Visit

After my ice storm head injury, we finally got the bill: like $3,100, for ER visit, CAT scan, X-rays for hip/back pain, staples, couple of bottles of hardcore pain meds, etc.

One day after getting the bill, my wife says, "Hey, don't you have accident insurance that your work pays for that is in your plan?"

Looked into it and got a check for about $1,300 that came in pretty handy.
 
Fun ER story:
I don't know how old I was but young. My older cousin got a weight set. I decided I could pump iron, too. My mom told me not to mess with it because I'd "rupture myself."
Obviously, I didn't listen. A few hours after my Mr. Atlas session, I developed major lower abdominal pain. My mom was livid that I had ruptured myself.
My folks load me up for the ER. We check in, wait and wait and wait. After a very long while, I cut about 12-second, 8-octave fart. "Oh, wow. I feel much better now." I wasn't ruptured. I just had gas.
However pissed my mom was before, she was beyond nuclear pissed now.

"Wow, Mom, got all of THAT one, didn't I!?!!"

Nice work.
 
November. Wake up, everything's fine. Play with dog, getting ready to start the day. First, have trouble focusing my eyes. Then, having trouble controlling my arms as I reach for my phone. Dizzy and slurred speech. Call 911 and they take me to local hospital, and off to the major stroke hospital an hour later. A week in the hospital, two MRIs, a few CAT scans, a "small occlusion" we're still not sure whether it was a clot or just a narrowed blood vessel, and I'm released with very little lasting effects. Lucky. Still — scared (heck, SCARES) the shirt outta me. I already have MS, so I've come to accept physical limitations. But… damn. Fuuuuuuuuuuuu…
 
November. Wake up, everything's fine. Play with dog, getting ready to start the day. First, have trouble focusing my eyes. Then, having trouble controlling my arms as I reach for my phone. Dizzy and slurred speech. Call 911 and they take me to local hospital, and off to the major stroke hospital an hour later. A week in the hospital, two MRIs, a few CAT scans, a "small occlusion" we're still not sure whether it was a clot or just a narrowed blood vessel, and I'm released with very little lasting effects. Lucky. Still — scared (heck, SCARES) the shirt outta me. I already have MS, so I've come to accept physical limitations. But… damn. Fuuuuuuuuuuuu…
cccccccccccckkkkkkkkkk! We're sending healing vibes your way.
 
Outing alert: Killick is Hillary Clinton.

(Even here I feel horrible dunking on you for that. Best wishes for everything. That's a shirt hand to draw.)
 
November. Wake up, everything's fine. Play with dog, getting ready to start the day. First, have trouble focusing my eyes. Then, having trouble controlling my arms as I reach for my phone. Dizzy and slurred speech. Call 911 and they take me to local hospital, and off to the major stroke hospital an hour later. A week in the hospital, two MRIs, a few CAT scans, a "small occlusion" we're still not sure whether it was a clot or just a narrowed blood vessel, and I'm released with very little lasting effects. Lucky. Still — scared (heck, SCARES) the shirt outta me. I already have MS, so I've come to accept physical limitations. But… damn. Fuuuuuuuuuuuu…

My MS thankfully hasn't limited me in any physical capacity yet, 14 years since diagnosis. Just mostly minor forgetfulness and occasional struggle to find the right words I want to say.

But fearful that what happened to you could happen to me at any moment. Thankful for what I can still do because others aren't nearly as fortunate. fork MS.
 

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