Actually, no. I did mention it, though it was nothing quite as harsh or direct as "I told you so". Still got yelled at a fair bit for talking back, disrespect to parents and whatnot. Didn't mean to be rude, but I guess I'm fairly annoying.Aidinthel said:
Didn't go to hospital, though. Found a stick in the garden (branch, really) to help me walk, got by fine. Which meant I didn't have to skip any of my work for the rest of the day (cleaning, making dinner etc.) Just as well, too. Annoyed everyone enough already, causing all that fuss.
And by the way, to be fair, sprains ARE pretty nasty.
Nah, I don't. Will spoiler it, though. Shouldn't bother anyone/derail the topic with this stuff.J03bot said:
Basically, Behchet's, or as I like to call it, the plot device disease. Mostly since it's currently incurable, and appears to do practically anything. Rather unpleasant auto-immune disease, anyway, though it CAN be very mild (which is, thankfully, the case for everyone else in my family who has it. Occasional aches at worst).
I have some mental issues from it at the moment, as well as severe pain. Luckily, my eyesight is still good, in an off-the-charts sort of way (at the one eye test I went to, anyway, and I'm inclined to believe that).
Bad news? Well, the doctor I see for fairly regular checks (mostly on the mental side of things, again) tactfully informed me at one point that I'm not, unfortunately, "built to last". Right now, the main problem (searing pain not withstanding) is my mental trouble, and that's more a matter of being cranky/forgetful/paranoid/defensive to a mild degree without my sanity pills. Which I have yet to forget.
Trouble is, apparently, chances are incredibly good (not guaranteed, just very likely) that I'll be dead fifteen years down the line. But that's okay, I'll probably get a random grab-bag of blindness, rather more severe mental conditions - I think I remember it supposedly being a bit like alzheimer's in terms of what people will notice happening to me, but I can't remember. No, the joke is not lost on me - and inability to walk before that. Say, five or six years before that. So I've essentially got fifteen years or so of surviving, and a decade or so of living.
Most of why I'm in no hurry to set up anything future-y for myself, though I do study all the same. Just going to continue with my job and provide work around the house/whatever income I can scrounge up for as long as I last. Might as well make myself useful, right? My parents seem to approve of the plan, so that works.
Edit: Good grief, do I EVER sound angsty. Really sorry about that.
I have some mental issues from it at the moment, as well as severe pain. Luckily, my eyesight is still good, in an off-the-charts sort of way (at the one eye test I went to, anyway, and I'm inclined to believe that).
Bad news? Well, the doctor I see for fairly regular checks (mostly on the mental side of things, again) tactfully informed me at one point that I'm not, unfortunately, "built to last". Right now, the main problem (searing pain not withstanding) is my mental trouble, and that's more a matter of being cranky/forgetful/paranoid/defensive to a mild degree without my sanity pills. Which I have yet to forget.
Trouble is, apparently, chances are incredibly good (not guaranteed, just very likely) that I'll be dead fifteen years down the line. But that's okay, I'll probably get a random grab-bag of blindness, rather more severe mental conditions - I think I remember it supposedly being a bit like alzheimer's in terms of what people will notice happening to me, but I can't remember. No, the joke is not lost on me - and inability to walk before that. Say, five or six years before that. So I've essentially got fifteen years or so of surviving, and a decade or so of living.
Most of why I'm in no hurry to set up anything future-y for myself, though I do study all the same. Just going to continue with my job and provide work around the house/whatever income I can scrounge up for as long as I last. Might as well make myself useful, right? My parents seem to approve of the plan, so that works.
Edit: Good grief, do I EVER sound angsty. Really sorry about that.
That skiing accident sounds pretty horrific. Glad you got away fine, though. Well, in the long term. At least, I think so. Your leg IS better now, right?
). Now I've got a rather unsightly scar on both sides from when they cut in to reset the bones. If people ask, I like to have some fun with it, saying that I got it wrestling a polar bear or something of the sort; makes for a fun icebreaker.
