EDIT: incase anyone missed it, I fell through my factory roof 2 months ago, fell 20foot down and landed on my head, broken skull, ribs, shoulder, wrist, collarbone, sternum, bleeding brain and other stuff I can't even remember, can't remember any of it, woke up in hospital the next day with no memory of it, even tho I was talking for most of it (talking but not making much sense)


had to go into hospital on Monday to have an operation on my tongue where I bit it when I fell, was only a minor thing took 10min, quick cut and then 3 stitches and I was done

they had to numb it before they could do that, so put a couple of injections in (hurt like hell) and then waited for them to kick in, they were looking at my medical file while they were talking to me about the accident, I joked about the morphine making me go daft and told them the stuff I imagined...

one day I opened a bottle of lucozade and snapped the middle finger on my right hand, but I didn't want to tell anyone incase they kept me in hospital for longer so I stole a roll of tape to tape it back in place... but when I finally got the tape I looked at my finger and realised there was nothing wrong with it (stealing the tape was a massive mission in itself)

one night I woke up and was sure I'd been kidnapped and locked in a french car showroom... I tried to escape but couldn't get out of bed because the sides were up on the bed and the button to put them down was at the bottom of the bed out of reach, I tried to press it with my toes but couldn't reach my foot around... I got tired and gave up, figuring I'd have a sleep and escape in the morning when I was feeling better

the next afternoon I was quite happy in bed when the nurses came and changed my drip and gave me a morphine injection... they were giving me those injections all the time....

about 20min (I guess 20min) later the walls changed colour, looked wet/shiny and the clock started going backwards.. I knew it wasn't real, but it all looked 100% real... I realised it must be the morphine they were giving me messing with me / making me high or something like that so decided to sleep it off

the next time I saw a nurse I told them not to give me any more morphine because it was messing me up... they stopped giving me morphine and I stopped being crazy


cut back to monday talking to the tongue people reading my file... the nurse reading it kept giving me a funny look and then said... morphine?

she checked the file a bit more... I wasn't on morphine or any other pain killers... the injections I was given were antibiotics incase any dirt got into my head where I split it open

so all that crazy stuff, the hallucinations, the kidnapping etc. that was just be, being mental because I landed on my head

oops :-s

Well, a couple of things instantly jump out at me having dealt with the NHS, that sheet she read from has a good chance of being not verbatim IMO.

They're all overworked and I bet morphine is a controlled substance that any Tom Dick or Harry can't just dish out, maybe it needed signing off and the antibiotics not? And subsequently was missed, opiates also tie in to what you experienced, huge passages of time being lost or flying by, this would explain why it felt like you were being injected often.

Years ago I had a knee injury, a year later I had a knee injury, the file they kept didn't even indicate which knee so I had to tell them


I wouldn't write yourself off based on a bit of paper the NHS have on you, that said if you are concerned and have noticed evidence from other 3rd parties suggesting some-thing's awry check out https://www.headway.org.uk/ a girl I went to school with works for them and she's very nice.

Stay safe.

Can't really say much more than Matt has said, you need to start looking after yourself a bit better. You've had more lives so far than all the cats in a cattery. Too tough for your own good Alan!

A close friend of mine has Cancer and has been going through various treatment, he is due the X-Ray to give him the all clear, he wen't to see a specialist the other day and she was baffled because his left lung was completely free of any abnormalities, he abruptly let her know she was looking at the wrong lung.

Don't always hold faith in doctors, they f**kup just as much as the rest of us.

I was taught not to give morphine for head injuries... granted it was only a brief team medic course prior to going to Iraq - but I can see why the nurse might have questioned it then checked your records.

paramedics aren't allowed to give morphine until they've finished checking you over incase it covers the pain from an injury, or covers the pain when they prod-poke you... they prod/poke/twist everything they can and see if it hurts to figure out if that bit is injured/broken... of that's what they said when I crushed my wrist anyway, I was happy enough on the gas and air so didn't really care (bit too happy, I kept giggling so they took it away from me)

I broke my right leg about 10 years back, they operated and put a metal rod from my ankle to my knee held in with pins at the bottom and top, after the surgery they put me on a morphine machine thing, a bit like a drip but you have a small control button, every time you press it, it gives you a bit of morphine, but tracks how much you've had so you can't have too much

don't press it at all then when you do, you get  a decent amount... I didn't press it at all until they realised the anesthetic had stopped me being able to pee (normal side effect apparently)... as soon as they told me a doctor was coming to slide a tube up my dick to fit a catheter I started hitting the morphine control button like I was playing an old school computer game and needed to beat the end boss.... by the time the doctor got to me he could have stabbed me in the face and I wouldn't have even noticed :-)

Quote from: knighty on October 01, 2015, 22:18:03 PM
paramedics aren't allowed to give morphine until they've finished checking you over incase it covers the pain from an injury, or covers the pain when they prod-poke you... they prod/poke/twist everything they can and see if it hurts to figure out if that bit is injured/broken... of that's what they said when I crushed my wrist anyway, I was happy enough on the gas and air so didn't really care (bit too happy, I kept giggling so they took it away from me)

I broke my right leg about 10 years back, they operated and put a metal rod from my ankle to my knee held in with pins at the bottom and top, after the surgery they put me on a morphine machine thing, a bit like a drip but you have a small control button, every time you press it, it gives you a bit of morphine, but tracks how much you've had so you can't have too much

don't press it at all then when you do, you get  a decent amount... I didn't press it at all until they realised the anesthetic had stopped me being able to pee (normal side effect apparently)... as soon as they told me a doctor was coming to slide a tube up my dick to fit a catheter I started hitting the morphine control button like I was playing an old school computer game and needed to beat the end boss.... by the time the doctor got to me he could have stabbed me in the face and I wouldn't have even noticed :-)

You're like a real life Beavis and Butthead episode....

Quote from: knighty on October 01, 2015, 22:18:03 PM
I broke my right leg about 10 years back, they operated and put a metal rod from my ankle to my knee held in with pins at the bottom and top, after the surgery they put me on a morphine machine thing, a bit like a drip but you have a small control button, every time you press it, it gives you a bit of morphine, but tracks how much you've had so you can't have too much

that's the other thing that made the OP not add up - firstly you had a head injury, which is supposed to be a no no for morphine AFAIK and secondly when I had morphine after an operation it was also as you describe in that post - a self directed dose, not as you mention in the OP - the nurse coming round to give you another injection...

having said that maybe what you experienced was partly a side effect of whatever you were given and partly a result of the injury

for example I've had beta blockers recently after a heart rhythm problem and the doctor mentioned they cause people to have strange dreams etc.. he wasn't wrong - the drug certainly crossed the blood/brain barrier with v.surreal results

to be fair, I thought I'd been kidnapped and locked in a french car show room.... compared to that it didn't take much to make me think the injections were morphine


it's time I start being more careful, I'm too pretty to die young !

reminds me of my brother & knocking his head after a triking accident.
He thought people was trying to chase him in the hospital. He went missing once & was found about 2 miles trying to walk home - though he had no idea how to get there.

Quote from: knighty on October 02, 2015, 08:19:46 AM
it's time I start being more careful, I'm too pretty to die young !

Write a book, it doesn't need to be overly long, but please, write a book and self publish it or something, so many stories posted here over the years and this all needs documenting, man you've got my £5 waiting to click buy.

Possible stupid titles,

"Dog food, I should be, but somehow I'm not"
"Extreme sports injuries without the extreme sports"
"I really like hospital food"
"Some short notes before I inevitably kill myself in a bizarre manner"
"By all accounts I should be dead"

etc

I could write about my hospital shower...

the day before I got out of hospital (I didn't know I was getting out the next day) I realised I had pretty bad B.O.

a nurse came along each day with a little dish of water to get washed in, but wtf can you do with a dish of water while you're in bed, I did my best but it wasn't great

in bed with nothing to do... I had a brainwave and asked the nurse if they had a disabled shower with a seat in it, I could get out of bed and walk a bit, just couldn't go far or stand still for long (balance messed up)

so a nurse helped me out of bed and held my arm while I walked to the shower, the shower was in a little wet room with a fold down seat, perfect for me I sat on the seat.   nurse offered to help me get my boxers off but I'd already thought of that and left them on, figuring I could just put a clean/dry pair on when I was done instead of flashing the nurses

sitting quite happy on the little seat, nurse goes out of the room, I'm looking at the controls and getting settled when I started to feel a bit rough... sat there for about a min and realised something was wrong so pulled the alarm string thing

next thing I know I'm on the floor with a nurse holding me head and telling me to breath slow, I'm hyperventilating like crazy and there's about 4 nurses in the shower with me, takes me a min to breath properly and work out whats going on, realise I'd passed out on the seat and hit the floor

feel fine, just shaken up, no big deal no real damage done, a nurse comes in with a wheelchair... but it's not a proper wheel chair, its like some sort of toiler chair with a cardboard bowl where your arse goes

and then the smell hit me, it stinks of sh*t, wtf are they doing, why have they got me a smelly sh*t chair ?

still a bit groggy so don't really think about it, they help me up and I sit in the chair

then I look where I was on the floor... there was sh*t EVERYWHERE... I'd sh*t myself, and spread it around... I look at the plastic bad on my right hand (to stop broken wrist plaster getting wet) and it's covered in sh*t too, shower is like some sh*t cave painting made out of sh*t.   the smell wasn't the chair, it was me

wheel chair back to my room anf there's already a plastic sheet on my bed, they try to help me but embarrassed as hell I tell them I'm fine

5 min later a male nurse comes in, I've got a packet of wet wipes but they're not doing anything, my right wrist is broken and my left arm doesen;t work properly there's a pair of sh*t covered boxers and a pile of sh*t covered wet wipes on the floor.  he took me off to a different shower and had to help me shower... I did my own balls but he had to do everything else

I decided to never tell anyone about that... but I've told practically everyone I know

Might as well write a book as matt says, would be a good seller i bet.

The Tripe Diaries

thing is, if I didn't have the scars and metal bars/screws in me to prove it, no one would believe me!

my right wrist looks like I tried to slit my wrists.... and my left wrist looks like I slit that one last year :-s


http://i.imgur.com/OFKV5ni.jpg

Knighty if you feel upto it i could do with headed reference from you