Oh, he felt better as soon as he got to eat.
He went in Sunday and wasn't allowed to eat until Tuesday night.
He kept trying to get us to sneak food in to him.
I had some tea at the ER and he was like "Give me some!" and I said no and he said "Give me some or I'll kick your ass UB<"
Then he got my mom to sneak him some soda.
I didn't want to but he was thirsty :\
They wouldn't even let him have water - just moisturizer for his dry mouth.
He kept telling my mom to get him a strawberry malt.
He told er after surgery, to have one for him.
As soon as he got out of surgery, the first word he said to us was "Malt" xD
They gave him a tray of food and we were worried about it because we thought he was supposed to be on a liquid diet, but he grabbed a bowl of strawberries and sucked them down 8u
He finally got his malt yesterday and the nurse said he was trying to get her to sneak him some crackers xD
My dad is just terrible at getting hurt. When he was a kid, he was playing in a cemetery and a tombstone fell on his leg and broke it.
He's broken a lot of his bones.
He got hit in the mouth by a metal pole at his one job and they let him drive himself to the hospital. To this day he says he doesn't remember anything after he got hit.
This one job made him go up on some shitty platform and he fell and broke his ribs and punctured his lung.
He broke his foot stepping off a rolling chair he used to change a light bulb.
He burned his forehead when checking to see if a grill was lit.
And I'm bad too - I'm just like him but I've never been hurt to that extent.
Worst was probably when I cut my leg open on a nail and it bled a lot.
Never went to the ER and he saw the giant scar on my leg and said it looks like something I should have gotten stitches for xD
I'm so used to getting hurt that I just ignore it and move on.
I slammed my toe into our porch and was like "Ow! >8u -keeps going- 8u"
A few minutes later, I looked down and my toe was just bleeding everywhere.
That's what people do to me. Like when I said I didn't want to be in that waiting room - my mom said "I don't want to be here either >BU" but for her it's not the same.
No one wants to be there, but for me - it's hitting my panic button repeatedly.
When I first got there, I couldn't breathe.
I ask my mom to go with me to do things.
Like my dad told me to go get him a pillow - I was too scared to do it, so I asked my mom to come with me and they called me a wuss xD
I have Agoraphobia - I was diagnosed with it a long time ago and I still have it.
When I say I don't want something - it's usually because it's traumatic.
But all people see is laziness and boredom.