Sunday, January 28, 2007

Pictures of the damage

As promised I got pictures of the damage to my head. Here is one of the staples.
And the here is the metal bracket that did the damage. Damn that bracket!

My head is fine, however, and I will have the staples removed soon.

Monday, January 22, 2007

12 Staples, Baby!

Alright, so the Pats lost a tough one yesterday. They showed up strong, but then the defense just seemed to get ... tired? I dunno, but the defense played flat in the second half, and got rolled over. My hat is off to the Colts, they deserve the trip to the Super Bowl.

Anyways, on to more interesting news, and since people have been asking me, "How did it happen?" I will now recount the story of how I got 12 staples in my head last night.

So I was at my parents house, and just after the game ended, I was in the garage gathering my things and getting ready to head back to my apartment in Cambridge. I dropped something on the floor, bent down to pick it up, and quickly stood up slamming my head on something above. I reflexively put my hand to the top of my head, and when I removed it, I notice their is a decent amount of blood on my palm. My palm was a dark red and in the back of my head, I was just thinking "oh fuck, not now." I had been struggling with a nasty cold over the weekend and I didn't need a nasty bleeding head wound. I rushed upstairs and go to my mother:

"I need your help, get me a rag or a towel, or something."
"What, why?"
"I split my head open, hurry."

She rushes into the kitchen, proceeds to tell my dad, and I'm heading to the bathroom leaning my head forward and cupping my hands to catch the blood pouring from my head. As I am sitting on the toilet, the blood pooling in my hands, my father takes the trash can and tells me to bleed in there. I let go of my hands and the blood just splashes in the bucket. At this point I'm holding back some laughter, cause the situation just seems so ridiculous. I sitting there, a 24 year old man, my head with a gaping cut, my mommy tending to it, and my pops telling to bleed in a bucket and not on the floor. I think I was bleeding more then the time when I caught some shrapnel in the right temple at the firing range when I was 13.

My mom, applying pressure to the wound, as my dad comes back with wet and warm rag to begin cleaning the cut. My mom takes the rag and begins cleaning as I am handed another rag to wipe my hands of the blood. As my mother stops the bleeding, I get an ice pack from my pops and put it wound to stop the swelling. I starting to calm down a bit by this point, but I'm not feeling too much pain in my head.

Soon, however, I am starting to feel nauseous to my stomach. My mother is on the phone with the hospital to see which ER I will have to head too, and my pops fetches me some water. All the meanwhile my head is throbbing and my father is giving me the description of the wound, since I can't see it. "It's about 2 inches long and pretty deep," he said "but the bleeding has stopped. " That was good, cause I didn't know how much more blood my hair could take, it was soaked in it and it dripping off into the trash can. To give you an idea of where the gash is on my head, it is on the left side of my head and towards the back half.

The word comes down I have to head the ER in Peabody, and I hop into the car with my mom to go. I still have a wet rag to my head to quell any possible bleeding, and I'm starting to feel pretty nauseous. We get to the ER and start checking in. I am just rattling off whatever information the nurse wants. I was just flat out hurtin', and wanted to get stitched up and pass out. After 30 minutes of giving my information, getting my temperature, blood pressure, and so on, I get put into the service station and proceed to wait for the doctor. As I was sitting there on the table, I just wanted to lie down and close my eyes, but at the same time I wanted to remain alert. I took another wet cloth and wiped the dried blood off the bridge of my nose and my forehead.

The doctor comes in after about 20 minutes of waiting, and is kind of a jerk. Gives me some brief coordination tests to make sure I'm not suffering from a serious concussion and proceeds to tell my mum to leave. She leaves, kind of miffed, and he instructs to lie on my stomach as he preps the Novocaine and staples. The nurse come over with some water, puts some towels down around my back and ears, and cleans out the wound. The doctor proceeds to inject me with the Novocaine around the area of the cut. I felt 1 distinct poke and then 3 other more dull pokes. After about 2 minutes the doctor preps the first staple and tells me I'm about to feel a pinch. At this point, I really don't care, I just want the cut to be closed up and get outta there. He puts the first staple in and its kind of weird. I can feel something being pressed to my skull, I hear the click of the gun, and I feel the staple insert. No pain, however, and I can feel the staple pull close. The staples placed at either end of the cut kind of pinched, but it didn't hurt.

The doctor stops stapling and counts 11 of them. I tell him to put one more in cause it would be a nice even 12 and 11 is bad number, it's prime (I know, total dork). I don't know why, but I was in a joking mood, maybe I was loosing it a little. He said okay, probably knew I needed the 12th and he delivered it.

I cleaned up, walked out of the ER with my mom, and got home by 12:45am. I walked back into the garage to see where exactly I wanged my head. I initially thought it was the ceiling of the garage, but I hit the sharp portion of the garage door rail hanging from the ceiling. I knew where the exact spot was because little bits of my scalp was hanging from it. I went back upstairs, cleaned up (had to get the dried blood out of hair), and went to sleep with a throbbing head wound.

And there you have it. I went back to work today, just fine. My head ached a little bit, but nothing that could stop me from concentrating. I guess its a pretty cool story, nice war wound, just hurt like hell when it happened. It's a dull pain right now and I'll have the staples removed in 10 days. I do have a photo and I will post it later.

Friday, January 12, 2007

Happy New Year

Just providing a quick update to the blog. I do have somethings to say, but haven't spent much time organizing my thoughts, so this entry will be brief. I promise to be more dilegent from now on updating this thing, cause I know some people actually do read this.

Holidays were a whirlwind. As you may have heard the PS3 fell out of the gate pretty hard and the Wii has been a roaring success. I have much to say on that, but later.

My father is doing just fine, and recovering very well from his open heart surgery.

I am now working on a new-undisclosed project for the Wii :)