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and what was the reason for your attendance?
I was working there.
...by a fellow house mate.
We still live together.
I'm too hard.
Stitches in my knuckle
a guy was staying at mine and drunkenly fell off my bed and broke his arm...i thought it was dislolcated but it wasnt...the ambulance had to come to my halls and there were many lols from the ambulance staff due to his nekkidness! yup...
i broke my arm, wrist and nose in an extreme sledging accident. skills.
Anaphylactic shock. I ate some fish and nearly died. This, for some reason, is a constant source of amusement to my friends.
Do they laugh and point and shout "FISHYDEATH! FISHYDEATH!"?
That's what I would do.
I fainted several times and hit my head on things at least one of those times. I threw up on the floor in the waiting room :(
I hope to keep up this record for the entirety of my life. Touch wood.
get a bubble.
What about trees?
it got cleaned out with a toothbrush
it absolutely knacked
they thought i either had apendicitis or giving birth, I just had awful period pains!
Cut my head open on a bed side table in Derbyshire.
being in Derbyshire.
5th metatarsal fractured in 3 places.
following (but not as a result of) a DiS football match in Regents Park. Fractured 5th metatarsal of the left foot.
broke my big toe in about 5 places and had to have surgery to piece it and screw it back together.
I am heavily allergic to penicillin. I was around a friend's house watching Enron: Smartest Guys In The Room, eating cheese & crackers, and drinking mulled wine.
After about an hour I realised my stomach was feeling quite itchy, as was my neck, and my arms. And my back. When the film ended I went into the bathroom and took my shirt off - in the mirror I could see my entire body swollen up bright red, a huge outbreak of hives. Thinking I had a new allergy just presenting itself suddenly I made my excuses and walked the mile or so to the hospital.
I came in, covered in bright red rashes and with a pounding headache, and explained I thought I was having an allergic reaction to some food. They immediately took me through to the treatment area, where I was given a cup of water and two anti-hystamines. I sat there from 1am until 6am next to two guys who had been stabbed in the arms and legs by a rival drug gang on their estate. Every now and again one of them would suddenly shout, "fuck, I think I've been jooked! I've been jooked in my [insert body part]!" - the nurse would come over and raise an eyebrow sceptically. "Really? Well, I can't examine you until I get some gloves." The guy would frantically gesture to the now-clearly bleeding new orifice whilst the nurse just glanced over, tutted, and chatted to her mates about clubbing in Ibiza. I think it was because these guys were Asian. Their mates came in after a couple of hours and they started having a meeting about retaliation, which was straight out of the Wire and full of talk of hiring someone called "Khan" from Derby who could "sort this right the fuck out."
Anyway, by the time I was seen five hours later the anti-histamines had done their job and I was only slightly rashy around my arms and stomach, as opposed to my previous puffy condition. Still, if they'd just given me a fuckload of those pills then sent me home with some cream I'd have been fine, they didn't even bother to check I wasn't getting worse, just left me in a corner with an old man who was reading a jizz mag and the aforementioned gangsta chaps.
Turns out the blue in blue cheese is penicillin mould, and I (quite rarely) am allergic to it both injected and ingested. Also, the wine we drank was pressed from grapes which are specifically not pressed after picking until a certain kind of blue mould starts to grow on them...
I like how you kept us hanging on to what you were allergic to til the end.
I thought maybe you were allergic to corruption.
last july when i tore ligaments in my ankle. was in terrible terrible pain and they scanned for broken bits
My dad had a gall bladder attack in the middle of the night and was doubled up in agony on the floor. By the time we got to the hospital it had stopped, and it was faintly amusing watching him try to explain to the nurses that he just wanted to go home.
The time before that was in july/august last year. I got taken in by an ambulance because i had a really bad panic attack and kept passing out from too much oxygen in my blood. It was horrible.
you mean too much Carbon Dioxide probably
it's getting late
i wasnt breathing properly or fully concious when they were telling me.
massively burnt my hand on a hot pan, it was a saturday evening so it was the only option with my AGONY. they stuck me in a cubicle with my hand under water, then a nurse came in, put this weird stuff on the scald burn marks (so, most of the hand then) and then bandaged it all up. couldn't play guitar for WEEKS :(
but the last time I went to hospital was this Saturday and I got diagnosed with what is commonly known as ELASTIC MAN SYNDROME.
i don't even *like* The Fall
when a disser (before i was on dis) hospitalised me at atp. that's an exaggeration maybe. i had to have five stitches on my knee and i have permanent scars
last time i went to hospital to wait to be seen was when i took some drugs the night before and then thought they had affected me but they didn't. which was kind of annoying after having a long, revelatory discussion with the hospital person who was trying to diagnose me and then being taken for an unnecessary blood test
bad english a definite
I had a gastro-intestinal virus thing which dehydrated me at a rate I couldn't compensate for just by drinking fluids and had caused my stomach to swell up to about twice it's size.
Last visit was with my girlfriend who had some how managed to get an ulcer in her eye.
my cousin dislocated his shoulder, but he still had the balls to ask the doctor for a gin & tonic when he asked us "have you been drinking?"
which was New Year's Eve 03-04. Although I didn't actually go to casualty until the 2nd of Jan.
Actually I may have fallen on some glass since then which needed some stitches in my lower back.
cut my chin open in a drunken incident. Need stitches. Was painful.
Friend at Uni got really fucked and we thought his pint had been spiked. Turned out he just couldn't handle his drink. Fun times.
Tore my foreskin whilst having sex. Twas a lovely site and not for one second did I panic.......
was at work and I started having increasingly painful chest spasms / tightness. Left arm went number, couldn't feel fingers etc. Felt faint, couldn't breathe that well. Was a bit worried I was having some sort of heart attack, so I took myself to A&E. Sat around for ages, had funny sticker things stuck on my chest and scans done. They couldn't find anything wrong with me, thought maybe I'd torn muscles in my chest. Went home. Still felt the same. It gradually went away.
Worryingly the same symptoms have been occurring over the last 2 weeks or so again. Keep having sudden painful chest spasms, and my left arm keeps on going numb. It's weird. Not too sure what to do about it.
After a spot of rhinoplasty (what a name btw) I had a quite heavy nosebleed. Turned up and was told to sit in the waiting area, collecting my blood in a tupperware container as it wouldn't stop.
After half an hour of bleeding I stood up to go and see if I could get seen quicker as I was feeling faint. Got half way to the desk and everything started moving until I had a nice head/floor interface.
Finally let out on the morning I was supposed to be going down, after having the nose-tampons painfully removed and told by the doctor to be "careful about what things might go up my nose at Glastonbury".
Leaving Teh Cock Tavern in Smithfields at 7am, one of them's torso suddenly shot at a 90o angle and he was screaming. We got got a cab to UCLH, where after waiting an hour, a doctor told him to take some paracetemol and stop wasting his time. We went and got a maccas breakfest, but he was still in agony. We got a cab back to his house, but had to stop off at another hospital where they told him he had slipped a disc in his back quite badly and it was a miracle he was still conscious.
The other team punched me because I had been sin binned for punching their captain. Or as my dad described it "More of a gay slap". However my nose didn't go straight away. It just felt funny. Then back to uni and out, and in the club, my mate literally bumped into me and my nose just went. claret everywhere. I got seen at 7 am, and had a 9am class. I rocked up still a little drunk, covered in blood with a massive bruise cross my nose.
Before that it was 2004 when my flatmate was pushing his friend up Haverstock Hill in a metal milk trolley. They hit the curb, flew back into me, I wound up with an inch deep hole in my shin going to the bone. Banter
The last time I was with a friend who had been throwing up blood.
They did nothing.