Originally Posted by
m2711c
this happened to me when i was stationed in sicily. walking across my barracks room, i had a sewing jammed into my foot under the ball behind the first and second toes. i had no idea the needle was on the floor, i felt a quick jab as it it went in then nothing. there was a small red dot where it entered. didn't think much of it and went out drinking. the next morning my foot was pretty sore, so i went to sick call where i was promptly accused of malingering. by far the most common diagnosis of this particular medical facility.
this went on for two more days as my foot got progressively more tender, red and swollen. on the fourth day, just to shut me up and prove the validity of their accusations of malingering, they finally agreed to x-ray my foot. low an behold, a one inch long sewing needle was discovered. so, reluctantly, they admitted me. which, at this tiny facility, means they take away your clothes, give you one of those open from the back gown and assign you a rack to lie on until the figure out what to do with you.
they had no podiatrist on staff, and i guess our regular combat surgeon was either drunk or golfing... probably both. but there was a medivac flight leaving in 20 minutes so they stuck me on that. in that fucking hospital gown, with one shoe, on crutches. they were sending me up to the head podiatrist dude in wiesbaden germany. of course, the medivac flight they stuck me on actually went to athens greece, where we landed during the first snowfall they had seen in years. military don't use no fancy dan jetways. so there i was, hobbling across the runway, in that fucking hospital gown, with one shoe, on crutches. my ass hanging out and freezing in the fucking wind.
the enlisted dudes in athens figured out that i was supposed to be in germany and had a good ol' time laughing at how stupid medical officers were. had to wait 12 hours for a flight that was heading to wiesbaden. in that fucking hospital gown, with one shoe, on crutches.
finally get to that podiatrist dude and he operates on me in his office, with a local, and used one of those buggs bunny type flouroscopes. it was pretty cool to watch, but it hurt like hell. that local did not help. maybe because i was watching, but i felt every bit of it. needle had gotten up behind the tendon, so the was lots of yanking and tugging to get it out of the way. apparently i was making to much noise cause the pediatric nurse came in to tell me to shut up cause i was scaring all the children on the pediatric ward.
and when that was over, i was stuck in germany convalescing for a week, in that fucking hospital gown, with one shoe, on crutches. after a few days, someone from the navy relief heard about my situation brought me a set of civies to wear and spotted me 40 buck so i could catch a movie and get something to eat besides terrible hospital food. when i left, the hospital tried to bill me $127 for the terrible hospital food i was served. apparently, because they only saw me in that one set of civies, they assumed i actually was a civilian and billed me as such, and the resulting battle over the bill made me miss that days flight back to sicily.
long story short, mystery foot pain is caused by sewing needles.
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