Hopefully just not the same designated driver this next guy had, however.
He was in his 30's, handsome, well-dressed, and with that short beard that makes women swoon and that I just can't seem to grow because my facial hair just hates me. Um...ahem...Anyway, he was out at a bar (no doubt picking up chicks with that damned sexy beard), and he realised he had too much to drink. He was far outside the city, and waiting for a taxi would take too long, so he asked one of his new buddies (that he had just met) to drive him home.
He got in the car and was just telling the guy where he lived when I suppose his new friend saw his fancy suit and shiny watch and figured, "This guy must have some money!" So he pulled a gun on him and tried to rob him. The wise (but drunk) man quickly jumped right back out of the car, but unfortunately the alcohol blunted his reaction time and his reflexes.
So he got shot, right?
No. The asshole apparently decided, "If I can't rob him, no one can!" Or something. I still have trouble figuring out how these idiots think. Anyway, he did the next most logical thing: he hit him with the car.
And then he ran him over.
When the guy got to me, he could barely breathe because his chest was so badly crushed. He ended up having 14 broken ribs (you only have 24 total), a punctured lung, a cardiac contusion (bruise of the heart muscle), a fractured scapula (shoulder blade), a broken neck, and lacerations all over his face.
He was lucky to be alive, something of which I reminded him when I saw him in my office a month later for his follow-up appointment. He had stayed in hospital for about 2 weeks before going home, and though he was improving, he was still very sore from all his injuries and was not back to work yet. It would take several more weeks, I told him, but I expected him to make a full recovery.
I also expected him to choose his designated drivers more carefully in the future.
Holy shit - 14 broken ribs - that's incredible! Is that the highest amount that you've seen someone break and still live through?ReplyDelete
So, did you ask him and his beard out on a date after you'd patched him up, doc?ReplyDelete
I don't where you're from Doc but where I'm from it is still illegal to ride a horse while drunk.ReplyDelete
I have a feeling riding a horse while drunk is probably self-policing!Delete
Wowzers! I'm just amazed anyone could survive that. If he makes it through without being paralyzed or ending up with a chest that looks like the Mariana Trench then it's practically miraculous.ReplyDelete
Next time: Wait for the damned cab!