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I was greatly looking forward to attending the Fish OFF Derby this Saturday, and was hoping to put faces to all of your names. I headed up to Detroit at about 2:00pm, and decided to go and fish at my “secret” spot, which is secret because it is down a very steep embankment along the roadside.
I made one trip down the slope with all of my gear, and then realized that I needed to go back up to the car. On the second trip down the slope I fell and felt a loud pop in my knee. I found that I could not get up, and could not climb back up the hill. Fortunately I landed near the water, so I decided to sit and fish for a while to see if my leg improved. Sadly it did not, although I did catch one nice trout.
I thought that I would call the local volunteer fire department, thinking that they could throw me a rope and pull me up. Unfortunately when the fire crew arrived, they said there was no way to get me back up the hill. I don’t know if this was a safety issue, or if I was just getting too fat. Instead, they tied me into a stretcher, called the sheriff’s office, and had me placed into the sheriff’s boat with all of my gear. The sheriff then took me to Mongold State Park, where I was put into an ambulance for a ride to the hospital. I spent three hours in the ER, where they finally determined that I hadn’t broken anything, but had more likely torn or pulled a ligament.
So now I am sitting at home on crutches and in a brace, eating vicodin and waiting for my MRI. The good news is that my wife had recently purchased AFLAC insurance, so we will get a payment of some sort in addition to covering most of any bills that we will incur. The bad news is that I did not get the opportunity to meet with any of you, which is very sad for me. I hope you all had a good time, and that a lot of friendships were forged.
Sincerely,
I made one trip down the slope with all of my gear, and then realized that I needed to go back up to the car. On the second trip down the slope I fell and felt a loud pop in my knee. I found that I could not get up, and could not climb back up the hill. Fortunately I landed near the water, so I decided to sit and fish for a while to see if my leg improved. Sadly it did not, although I did catch one nice trout.
I thought that I would call the local volunteer fire department, thinking that they could throw me a rope and pull me up. Unfortunately when the fire crew arrived, they said there was no way to get me back up the hill. I don’t know if this was a safety issue, or if I was just getting too fat. Instead, they tied me into a stretcher, called the sheriff’s office, and had me placed into the sheriff’s boat with all of my gear. The sheriff then took me to Mongold State Park, where I was put into an ambulance for a ride to the hospital. I spent three hours in the ER, where they finally determined that I hadn’t broken anything, but had more likely torn or pulled a ligament.
So now I am sitting at home on crutches and in a brace, eating vicodin and waiting for my MRI. The good news is that my wife had recently purchased AFLAC insurance, so we will get a payment of some sort in addition to covering most of any bills that we will incur. The bad news is that I did not get the opportunity to meet with any of you, which is very sad for me. I hope you all had a good time, and that a lot of friendships were forged.
Sincerely,
rotest: Next time,at least do like the rest of us fat old people,tie a rope around a tree and take it down with you. That way, you at least have a handle. :tongue:
How soon will you be up and around again? Glad to hear you got the help you needed without having to wait more than a week like that woman did a few months back. That was serious!
(this guy isn't very smart by the way) keep in mind he two stories up... Figures as long as he hits it just right he should be golden.... Well he ended up breaking a leg when the trampoline bottomed out, broke his shoulder getting launched into a tree and broke his arm falling to the ground.... The owener had to help him out alright but only in calling an ambulance when they came home to a folded trampoline and his his dumb ass laying unconscious next to a tree... Seriously one of the funniest stories I have ever heard. :lol:
Dang,I thought I broke it in my sleep. Turns out I have Plantar Faciitis (sp?). That's the figure 8 tendon in the bottom of the foot. It was so swollen it was bulging. Now,I like my doctors. They are compassionate,understanding and have only my best interest at heart. So,why the heck did it become necessary for him to reach out and poke the tender tendon?! 
I nearly smacked him on his lil bald melon! :wall: I am now on crutches and really making my armpits angry. Can't win. He did say I MUST wear thick soled boots when jumping around on rocks like an baboon while fishing. Take heed.