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Robert Brumley
Just got back from the hospital today. Been there since Tuesday afternoon in terrible pain. compound fracture of the right Orif Humeral shaft (the bond that goes from your elbow to your shoulder)
Broke it after getting out of my neighbors Chevy Blazer that's jacked up ten feet in the air, lost my footing onto the step with left leg and right leg got stuck on the bottom part of the seat all the while holding onto the door handle falling forward with all my weight. Made the most loud crack I've heard in a long time. The fracture split the bone into two separate pieces. close to the shoulder. the performed surgery and put a plate inside next to the bones so they will heal in the proper position and not have so much pain. Stupid freak accident. My 657 lb motorcycle never injured me but getting out of a Chevy Blazer did? Weird.
May 12
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Nina C. Miller VIP
Got this warning from a friend!! Wanted to pass it along before it happens to more of you!!
OH NO, I THINK MY MEMORY IS BEING STOLEN TOO!
WARNING FOR ALL WOMEN!
This is a heads up to those friends who haven't experienced it yet, and an explanation to those friends and family who have. Most of you have read the scare-mail about the person whose kidneys were stolen while she was passed out. Well, read on. While the kidney story was an urban legend, this one is not.
It's happening every day.
My thighs were stolen from me during the night a few years ago. It was just that quick. I went to sleep in my body and woke up with someone else's thighs. The new ones had the texture of cooked oatmeal. Who would have done such a cruel thing to legs that had been mine for years? Whose thighs were these and what happened to mine? I spent the entire summer looking for my thighs. Finally, hurt and angry, I resigned myself to living out my life in jeans and Sheer Energy pantyhose.
Then, just when my guard was down, the thieves struck again. My butt was next. I know it was the same gang, because they took pains to match my new rear end (although badly attached at least three inches lower than my original) to the thighs they stuck me with earlier. Now, my rear end complimented my legs, lump for lump. Frantic, I prayed that long skirts would stay in fashion.
It was two years ago when I realized my arms had been switched. One morning I was fixing my hair and I watched horrified but fascinated as the flesh of my upper arms swung to and fro with the motion of the hairbrush. This was really getting scary. My body was being replaced one section at a time. How clever and fiendish.
Age? Age had nothing to do with it. Age is supposed to creep up, unnoticed, something like maturity. NO, I was being attacked repeatedly and without warning. In despair I gave up my T-shirts. What could they do to me next?
My poor neck disappeared more quickly than the Thanksgiving turkey it now resembled. That's why I decided to tell my story. I can't take on the medical profession by myself.
Women of the world, wake up and smell the coffee. That really isn't plastic that those surgeons are using. You KNOW where they are getting those replacement parts, don't you? The next time you suspect someone has had a face "lifted", look again. Was it lifted from you? I think I finally found my thighs...and I hope Cindy Crawford paid a really good price for them!
This is not a hoax. This is happening to women in every town every night.
WARN YOUR FRIENDS. LOL!
Mon at 10:55 AM
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