I have a metal plate in my leg, after they thought the best way to repair a crack between two screws was JUST TO CUT THEM OUT AND LEAVE A HOLE THERE, WHO GAVE YOU MEDICAL DEGREES, GENIUSES. Anyway. After the surgery for the plate, I threw a clot and had a pulminary embolism, which left me slightly paranoid as you could imagine.
Like a year later, I was sitting in my cold dorm room, idly running my hand down my leg. And then: SHEER TERROR. There was a spot on my leg that was COLD. REALLY COLD. It was really cold and I could feel something raised there and OH MY GOD OH MY GOD I'VE THROWN ANOTHER CLOT I'M GOING TO DIE RIGHT HERE and that was when I realized it was my plate. Which was metal, and right beneath the surface of the skin, and therefore colder than my body because the room was cold.
That was fun.
I won't tell you what happened when I got the cyst on my ankle. It involved making my best friend sleep in my twin bed with me in case I died in the night.
maybe you were fighting a hammerhead shark? with a hammer? and it got the hammer away from you?
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Like a year later, I was sitting in my cold dorm room, idly running my hand down my leg. And then: SHEER TERROR. There was a spot on my leg that was COLD. REALLY COLD. It was really cold and I could feel something raised there and OH MY GOD OH MY GOD I'VE THROWN ANOTHER CLOT I'M GOING TO DIE RIGHT HERE and that was when I realized it was my plate. Which was metal, and right beneath the surface of the skin, and therefore colder than my body because the room was cold.
That was fun.
I won't tell you what happened when I got the cyst on my ankle. It involved making my best friend sleep in my twin bed with me in case I died in the night.
maybe you were fighting a hammerhead shark? with a hammer? and it got the hammer away from you?