An American on vacation in Rome is reportedly recovering after climbing a fence at the ruins of the Colosseum, falling and being impaled on a metal spike in front of other horrified tourists, according to multiple media outlets.
ANOTHER American idiot, doing what idiots do, fuck around. What a way to find out. Here, this medical bill, along with these (maybe) lasting after effects should help him remember he's not a teen anymore. At 47, I had 17 more years of climbing ahead of me and it was 3 years after breaking 4-5 cervical vertebrae, 1 lumbar vertebrae, my wrist and herniating a mid back disc, from a gravity storm coinciding with a starting position, 25ish feet from the ground. My Guardian Angel Squad saved my ass that day, landed on a board fence. That I'm not dead or paralyzed from the neck down, was commented on a LOT by the local tree company workers. Even though, I don't believe in luck, I still use the word, occasionally, because it's appropriate and I'm a VERY lucky bastid.
My 60+yo cousin fell off his HIGH roof (taking down Christmas lights), missed the balcony and made it all the way down to the rock walled garden area. All I heard was that he fell off his roof and landed down by the pool... That is a long ways to fall. I figured the worst... He landed front side down, broke some ribs, some other bones and maybe a punctured lung too. He was lucky! Healed up and went on with life... When luck is all you have, luck will do...
Hey, Mike. Nice to meet another member of the "Lucky Bastids Club." Thirty five years ago I caught a wingtip on my hang glider and rotated into a sand dune at high speed. After the wingtip caught, the next thing to hit the ground was my head. Broke my neck at C-5/C-6. Based on the initial X-Rays the doctors were saying I'd never walk again, might even be a quad because half of one vertebrae was missing. They figured it was buried in my spinal column and it was just a matter of time before it "migrated" and bad things would happen. They were taking hourly X-Rays and twelve hours after I was admitted, out of nowhere, the missing piece snapped perfectly back into place. Was in halo traction for 3.5 months, but never needed surgery.
I was in a federal regional spinal trauma center where the surgeons see nothing but broken necks and spines. My doctors said they'd never seen anything like my case. They nicknamed me "Miracle Child" and said I had an angel on my shoulder. Those are obvious understatements!
The only lingering effects are a) a lack of range of motion because two vertebrae are fused together (can't touch my chin to my shoulder or clamp down on a pillow hard enough to put on a pillow case) and b) there's some extremely minor nerve damage on the left arm (when I get stressed out my left thumbnail gets numb, so I know it's time to chill out). The latter has actually served me well. :-)
Rob, Frank, everyday, now, I start the day with coffee, heating pad draped over the back rest of my office chair, spaz medicine, 800mg of Ibuprofen or Vicodin, depending on how wonderful I feel. After a half hour, I'm good to go!...a little hunched over until I get all the boys pulling together, then I can walk upright and practically normal. Yup, happy to be in the Lucky Fuggin Bastid Club!
Had an ambulance run to a local construction site. A dude had fallen "only" 8 feet; but landed flat on his back. Wasn't acting "right", so transport. Turns out he severed all of the internal stuff that makes the brain work. He didn't make it.
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"After assessing the situation, paramedics" should have left him there.
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FAFO!....HAH HAH!
ReplyDeleteANOTHER American idiot, doing what idiots do, fuck around. What a way to find out. Here, this medical bill, along with these (maybe) lasting after effects should help him remember he's not a teen anymore.
ReplyDeleteAt 47, I had 17 more years of climbing ahead of me and it was 3 years after breaking 4-5 cervical vertebrae, 1 lumbar vertebrae, my wrist and herniating a mid back disc, from a gravity storm coinciding with a starting position, 25ish feet from the ground. My Guardian Angel Squad saved my ass that day, landed on a board fence. That I'm not dead or paralyzed from the neck down, was commented on a LOT by the local tree company workers.
Even though, I don't believe in luck, I still use the word, occasionally, because it's appropriate and I'm a VERY lucky bastid.
My 60+yo cousin fell off his HIGH roof (taking down Christmas lights), missed the balcony and made it all the way down to the rock walled garden area. All I heard was that he fell off his roof and landed down by the pool... That is a long ways to fall.
DeleteI figured the worst... He landed front side down, broke some ribs, some other bones and maybe a punctured lung too.
He was lucky! Healed up and went on with life...
When luck is all you have, luck will do...
Hey, Mike. Nice to meet another member of the "Lucky Bastids Club." Thirty five years ago I caught a wingtip on my hang glider and rotated into a sand dune at high speed. After the wingtip caught, the next thing to hit the ground was my head. Broke my neck at C-5/C-6. Based on the initial X-Rays the doctors were saying I'd never walk again, might even be a quad because half of one vertebrae was missing. They figured it was buried in my spinal column and it was just a matter of time before it "migrated" and bad things would happen. They were taking hourly X-Rays and twelve hours after I was admitted, out of nowhere, the missing piece snapped perfectly back into place. Was in halo traction for 3.5 months, but never needed surgery.
DeleteI was in a federal regional spinal trauma center where the surgeons see nothing but broken necks and spines. My doctors said they'd never seen anything like my case. They nicknamed me "Miracle Child" and said I had an angel on my shoulder. Those are obvious understatements!
The only lingering effects are a) a lack of range of motion because two vertebrae are fused together (can't touch my chin to my shoulder or clamp down on a pillow hard enough to put on a pillow case) and b) there's some extremely minor nerve damage on the left arm (when I get stressed out my left thumbnail gets numb, so I know it's time to chill out). The latter has actually served me well. :-)
So, yeah, I'm a luck bastid, too.
Rob, Frank, everyday, now, I start the day with coffee, heating pad draped over the back rest of my office chair, spaz medicine, 800mg of Ibuprofen or Vicodin, depending on how wonderful I feel. After a half hour, I'm good to go!...a little hunched over until I get all the boys pulling together, then I can walk upright and practically normal. Yup, happy to be in the Lucky Fuggin Bastid Club!
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Just imitating the noble Roman soldiers, falling on their swords rather than surrender.
ReplyDelete[*Charlie Darwin, pulling a plug of gravity out of his hip pocket*]: "I got this..."
Yeah, FAFO alright. Colossal (Roman Colosseum) scale FAFO.
ReplyDeleteDrunken American Turistas...gotta love 'em
American you say? Why am I not surprised?
ReplyDeleteFirst impalement at the Colosseum in a very long time…
ReplyDeleteNow do some of the most obnoxious immivaders “pour encourager les autres” to return to their 3rd world countries
Had an ambulance run to a local construction site. A dude had fallen "only" 8 feet; but landed flat on his back. Wasn't acting "right", so transport. Turns out he severed all of the internal stuff that makes the brain work. He didn't make it.
ReplyDeleteEvery day's an IQ test.
ReplyDeleteHe should visit Yellowstone Park this summer.
ReplyDeleteI hear they have a really nice petting zoo.
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