Oh my. Unfortunately just reminded of the fun of eventually having to call for a freaking ambulance to haul my stupid ass to the hospital with a weirdly broken hip in December. Because there was no way I could reasonably get there with Mr. C driving me, that leg was just so nonfunctional and painful. I didn't think I could get myself to the car, even with the wheelchair.
Then trying to explain to professionals that the main reason I delayed seeking medical attention for like 24 hours was because I thought it was just particularly thoroughly dislocated--and was waiting for it to hopefully pop back in on its own. I still thought that was what was going on when I very reluctantly decided that maybe I needed actual professional assistance putting it back where it belonged. NOPE.
It wasn't even mainly communication barriers, especially with my partner (of the Amazing Dislocating Shoulders!) along to interpret where necessary. It was how few of them even seemed to have heard of connective tissue disorders where that sequence of events would even make sense. They really couldn't imagine how anything like that could legitimately happen, and some started asking Pointed Questions when my partner was gone that made me halfway expect Social Services to appear.
(I mean, good that they are asking Pointed Questions if someone actually needs it. But, I did indeed do this to myself being a klutz--and then I was the one who decided to postpone medical attention until I concluded it was truly necessary. Nobody else had any involvement there, besides trying to be helpful when I was even having trouble getting my lousy carcass to the bathroom. Similar was also a good bit of the reason they did get involved back in 2020 after the Septic Slump in Romford, and y'all may recall what a clusterfuck that whole thing was.)
Anyway, thankfully there were at least a couple of medical people there who did know enough about this SUPER RARE "new" thing that they did find the truth plausible. (That I got diagnosed with in like 1988, after a weird ankle injury.) And apparently managed to satisfy the others enough that they at least stopped grilling me about this bizarre situation.
But yeah, that's kinda how prone I am to exaggerating and making a big deal out of nothing with medical shit. Never mind "drug seeking". I'll hang around with a fucking broken hip for at least a day before I decide it really does warrant dealing with medical professionals if I want to have a functional leg again. Never mind lesser stuff.













