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Posted by
Dolorosa on Thursday, January 15, 2004 - 04:24 AM PST
You can't eat with a broken jaw, nothing but mush at least, and I had none to even try for. My mouth was a mish-mash of busted glass and tender meat shredded to yellow degrees of pain. It was cathartic though; laying on the ground so beat up I couldn't even feel the cold.
My sense of self left the building, and took everything along with it. I was a husk, and I don't even remember how I got this way. Was it drugs? I don't think so, mebbe' at the start. Drugs where always good, sort of a wild upside down gastrointestinal roller coaster that was sometimes fun and sometimes horrible, but it was always good.
Where was I? Oh yeah, my jaw, it's busted. I can kinda' clench it, but it moves weird. Feels like a few pieces of tortilla chips in a bag filled with curdled milk. It's kind of neat actually. Whoever I was fighting, I must have lost, unless we both went down, or got hit by a car or something.
I don't know how long I've been here, long enough to realize I can't move. Crap, I really can't, I can only twitch a few things. Having a hard time remembering anything too, like my name, I don't even know if I ever had one.
What the hell is going on? Why won't anyone help me? What did I do?
All right, enough whining. I can handle this; just give me some time to heal.
Someone is coming! Great! Yes, I'll do anything if you just help me, take me to a hospital, a blanket, even if all you do is ask my name, maybe even tell it to me, anything.
My shoes,
I couldn't even stop them from taking my shoes.
This is funny. Not funny ha-ha, but pretty damned funny.
I'm starting to get just a little sleepy. I mean, I've been lying here for so long. The curb actually makes a pretty decent pillow. My lungs feel weird, kind of full. I want to cough but I can't, my tore up jaw won't allow it and I can't seem to make my body work in any way anymore. I wonder if I've ever been anywhere else. I mean, I've been here as long as I can remember.
Maybe I've always been here. I don't even have a name, maybe I could never move.
I'm so damn sleepy, like I want to just shut my eyes and cotton-off for a couple hours. But I don't seem to be able to move my eyelids, I wonder if I have any.
This isn't so bad.
I don't, know, could, could be.
What.
, , , .
, .help.
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Re: Broken Jaw Dog
by teddiliza (-)
on Jan 15, 2004 - 12:02 PM
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Omigosh, you described exactly what it felt like when I got my lip all busted up and mutilated by a soccer ball in highschool. It does feel like cold wet hamburger, and the injured area is both numb and stinging at the same time. I didn't realized what had happened until I noticed everyone gaping and pointing at me. I reached up and touched my lip, shocking myself with the amount of dark red blood dripping in viscous streams from a hole in my bottom lip I could easily have fit my pinky in. Of course, it all happens in slow motion when you replay it. I didn't cry from the pain, I cried from everyone looking at me with horror stricken expressions. I remember icing it with the ice sticking to my freshly ground meat lip, zipping ahead to my stepmom picking me up and taking me to the doctor, me laughing nervously and hysterically as he tried to sew up my lip. He did a darn good job for a family practice Dr. Afterwards, I tried drinking a milkshake since chewing was out of the question. Chocolate McDonalds milkshake dribbling out of the limp and numb left side of my mouth with prickly sutures that felt like internal whiskers that would eventually absorb into a new scar line I can still feel with my tongue. The constant throbbing of a healing wound for days I endured. The only time I've injured myself was in soccer in gym class. One broken big toe in 7th grade, and one gory lacerated lip in 11th grade. I hate soccer.
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Re: Broken Jaw Dog
by Anya on Jan 15, 2004 - 05:48 PM
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Ouch. I thought having my wisdom teeth pulled out was bad. So was this just a description or did this seriously happen to you?
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Re: Broken Jaw Dog
by Dolorosa (SixOfSwords@IU.zzn.com)
on Jan 25, 2004 - 07:39 PM
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Hahaha...maybe the guy I was fighting beat my ass with a computer? Nah...the reasons for this one are a bit uber-personal, which means it'll be about a week before I blab about it...other than that, I'm sure it means something...how the hell would I know?
Thank you all for your compliments and stuff...I 'preciate it muchly.
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Re: Broken Jaw Dog
by sinisterangel (aaron.smith@kadena.af.mil)
on Mar 28, 2004 - 02:12 PM
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very decriptive. i can almost feel your pain,
much as i have before,
says a voice from your past in the far east.
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