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omaewokorosuThe following are tales of medical negligence due to Egg just not giving a fuck...
If me talking about how happy I am that she's fucking dead makes you uncomfortable you might not wanna read to the end. Your call though.
When I was in middle school I was knocked into on the playground and landed hard on my wrist. Heard and felt the snap and the crack. The pain was immense. My wrist and hand were very quickly turning concerning colours, almost like a bruise.
(I actually did a quick google and found this picture and that is what it looked like. Informally it's called a "broken wrist" but it is actually a radial fracture by the wrist and boy did I have all the listed symptoms!)
The school nurse said that it felt like it was more than a sprain and to get it looked at by an actual medical professional for a more thorough look and x-rays.
Egg, as soon as we left the nurse's office, said, "You probably just sprained it, I doubt you actually broke anything."
Okay then, let me see your medical qualifications, Dr Egg Eggums! Because the fact that movement, pressure, and bearing weight is impossible and hurts to the point where I feel tingling in my fingers the likes of which I haven't felt before or since and my wrist hurts so fucking bad, I really should see a doctor. Like an ER doctor. To make sure it isn't broken and is, in fact, just sprained.
My brother Rob sprained his wrist once and his looked nothing like mine, all he needed was a compression wrap to keep it immobile for a couple of weeks and he was fine. This was something so much more serious. But Rob is also the eldest child, the "golden child", so Egg loves him the most out of all her ungrateful servants. If Dr Egg Eggums, the most Qualified Doctor™, thinks it's a sprain, then it must be so. She can't have a broken, imperfect child after all! It's not like she would've had to pay much, if anything, because we had insurance. She just didn't want to take me anywhere. Literally didn't take me to the doctor unless she felt she absolutely had to.
Because I was gaslit into thinking I just had a sprained wrist when I knew I absolutely had something so much worse, I ended up going to my last day of bowling for the season...and bowled with a broken wrist. Which even with the lightest bowling ball hurt like fucking hell. It felt like my wrist was on fire and wanted to rip itself free from the rest of my arm. From my fingers to my elbow alternated between hurting and tingling like mad. It was torture. It was awful. I still managed to bowl well but at what cost?
I could've lost most, if not all, of my ability to use my fucking hand. I am actually lucky that I didn't. Instead I have a fuckton of chronic pain, sometimes I can't use my hand and do things like grip/grasp things, hold things, or pull things. Sometimes my hand doesn't want to cooperate. I am also more than likely going to develop arthritis early in my wrist area because shit wasn't given any chance to properly heal itself. All because my own mother didn't want to take me to a medical professional or the ER to make sure I was okay. She fucked me up permanently because of her negligence.
She did the same thing when I was suspected to have broken my ankle too.
She also refused to take me to the doctor when I developed an ear infection until I was in so much pain I was screaming from how much it hurt. It's like a raging fire inside your ear canal and nothing helps. Instead it was my fault because I'd gone to my cousin's birthday party, as if staying home would've made things better somehow? It wouldn't have lessened the pain any. I was taken to the urgent care where the doctor said I had a massive infection and if I'd waited any longer I would've had complete permanent hearing loss in my ear. Instead I only permanently lost a chunk of my hearing in my right ear and am prone to vertigo and other balance issues because of my inner ear getting fucked up.
I'm honestly shocked at this point she took me to hospital to get stitches when I almost cut my finger off, but I think she was afraid I would bleed to death if she hadn't, and then she would've lost out on Survivor's Benefits from Social Security because she lost her husband and had a minor child.
Did you know that medical negligence when you're a child has last reprecussions when you're older?
Yeah. Yeah it does.
I don't feel bad at all for the fact that she burned to death, considering where she's destined to end up when the so-called "final judgement" happens, she might wanna get used to roasting. Like the bar she had set for herself and her parenting was literally in hell and she still couldn't reach it. Like it isn't hard to be a parent if you genuinely love your children, right? Like parenting like anything else has its good and bad days, its easy and hard moments, etc. but like for fuck sakes I probably would've done better in fucking foster care at this point.
If me talking about how happy I am that she's fucking dead makes you uncomfortable you might not wanna read to the end. Your call though.
When I was in middle school I was knocked into on the playground and landed hard on my wrist. Heard and felt the snap and the crack. The pain was immense. My wrist and hand were very quickly turning concerning colours, almost like a bruise.
(I actually did a quick google and found this picture and that is what it looked like. Informally it's called a "broken wrist" but it is actually a radial fracture by the wrist and boy did I have all the listed symptoms!)
The school nurse said that it felt like it was more than a sprain and to get it looked at by an actual medical professional for a more thorough look and x-rays.
Egg, as soon as we left the nurse's office, said, "You probably just sprained it, I doubt you actually broke anything."
Okay then, let me see your medical qualifications, Dr Egg Eggums! Because the fact that movement, pressure, and bearing weight is impossible and hurts to the point where I feel tingling in my fingers the likes of which I haven't felt before or since and my wrist hurts so fucking bad, I really should see a doctor. Like an ER doctor. To make sure it isn't broken and is, in fact, just sprained.
My brother Rob sprained his wrist once and his looked nothing like mine, all he needed was a compression wrap to keep it immobile for a couple of weeks and he was fine. This was something so much more serious. But Rob is also the eldest child, the "golden child", so Egg loves him the most out of all her ungrateful servants. If Dr Egg Eggums, the most Qualified Doctor™, thinks it's a sprain, then it must be so. She can't have a broken, imperfect child after all! It's not like she would've had to pay much, if anything, because we had insurance. She just didn't want to take me anywhere. Literally didn't take me to the doctor unless she felt she absolutely had to.
Because I was gaslit into thinking I just had a sprained wrist when I knew I absolutely had something so much worse, I ended up going to my last day of bowling for the season...and bowled with a broken wrist. Which even with the lightest bowling ball hurt like fucking hell. It felt like my wrist was on fire and wanted to rip itself free from the rest of my arm. From my fingers to my elbow alternated between hurting and tingling like mad. It was torture. It was awful. I still managed to bowl well but at what cost?
I could've lost most, if not all, of my ability to use my fucking hand. I am actually lucky that I didn't. Instead I have a fuckton of chronic pain, sometimes I can't use my hand and do things like grip/grasp things, hold things, or pull things. Sometimes my hand doesn't want to cooperate. I am also more than likely going to develop arthritis early in my wrist area because shit wasn't given any chance to properly heal itself. All because my own mother didn't want to take me to a medical professional or the ER to make sure I was okay. She fucked me up permanently because of her negligence.
She did the same thing when I was suspected to have broken my ankle too.
She also refused to take me to the doctor when I developed an ear infection until I was in so much pain I was screaming from how much it hurt. It's like a raging fire inside your ear canal and nothing helps. Instead it was my fault because I'd gone to my cousin's birthday party, as if staying home would've made things better somehow? It wouldn't have lessened the pain any. I was taken to the urgent care where the doctor said I had a massive infection and if I'd waited any longer I would've had complete permanent hearing loss in my ear. Instead I only permanently lost a chunk of my hearing in my right ear and am prone to vertigo and other balance issues because of my inner ear getting fucked up.
I'm honestly shocked at this point she took me to hospital to get stitches when I almost cut my finger off, but I think she was afraid I would bleed to death if she hadn't, and then she would've lost out on Survivor's Benefits from Social Security because she lost her husband and had a minor child.
Did you know that medical negligence when you're a child has last reprecussions when you're older?
Yeah. Yeah it does.
I don't feel bad at all for the fact that she burned to death, considering where she's destined to end up when the so-called "final judgement" happens, she might wanna get used to roasting. Like the bar she had set for herself and her parenting was literally in hell and she still couldn't reach it. Like it isn't hard to be a parent if you genuinely love your children, right? Like parenting like anything else has its good and bad days, its easy and hard moments, etc. but like for fuck sakes I probably would've done better in fucking foster care at this point.
