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I got better (when I think they may have to cut it off....

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Gah! Bear, that foot looks AWFUL!

Ugh, dude, that's just sick.

and everyone thought I was being over dramatic when I said that I nearly died, after tripping trying to sing Kareoke.

I got very luck, and the blood clot burst in my foot.

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Fucking hell, I'm paranoid about my feet and legs in the first place...

Poor Y. Bear.

I think all of us diabetics are,.

thankfully I still have my feet.

Gah, that makes my feet feel funny.

I think my feel crawled back up into my legs at the sight of that.

What exactly happened???

I tripped stepping up to the Kareoke stage, the bruise on my shin formed a bloodclot. The clot burst in my foot (lucky me, it didn't burst elsewhere like my skull or, chest, or eyes), however it was touch and go on my foot for a while, fortunatly I had good protection and good drugs.

The Yosemite Bear wrote:I think all of us diabetics are,.

thankfully I still have my feet.

I knew a guy whose foot was rotting, literally. He'd limp around the bar, a diabetic drunk off his ass, while his foot was a bandaged, swollen, supurating obscenity.

You could smell it. Don't know if it was actual gangrene, or just poor hygiene.

He's dead now...

I have the de riguer poor circulation; when it's cold my feet get so cold I can feel it from the inside out. I can actually feel how the joints in my toes are colder than the rest of my foot.

Cold bones...I love my traitor pancreas.

at the same time I went to the hospital just after my accident happened, got medical etc. Matt (yosemite's resident Walmart Diabetic), was hospitalized, because his room mate complained about the stench factor, they had to cut off both his legs from the knee down. Matt doesn't work here anymore, Matt whose mom shops at Walmart, and who eats nothing but McDonalds, candy and Ice Cream, and drinks nothing but Mt. Dew....

gargh, another Matt?

I really feel like my name is generic now...

Matt Huang wrote:gargh, another Matt?

I really feel like my name is generic now...

Oh, it is. I personally knew several Matts in high school and at times had one in nearly every class I attended.

definitely. Even Lord Wong has a son named Matt.

Matt Huang wrote:gargh, another Matt?

I really feel like my name is generic now...

Join the club. Do you have any idea how many people I know named Queeb? It's hard enough getting a teacher to point out which Queeb he's yelling at, but at parties, when someone shouts, "Hey Queeb!" there's this awkward moment of silence when everyone turns and says, "Yeah?"

I'm thinking about changing my name to Goldencasino.com.

trust me there is now way you could possibly be mistaken for yosemite's "Redneck Diabetic Matt" he's one of the most disgusting individuals I have ever met working up here...

he's actually not as disgusting as "Redneck Child fucker James" <shudders>

The Yosemite Bear wrote:trust me there is now way you could possibly be mistaken for yosemite's "Redneck Diabetic Matt" he's one of the most disgusting individuals I have ever met working up here...

he's actually not as disgusting as "Redneck Child fucker James" <shudders>

um?

A conversation on how commonplace the name "Matt" is.

James Carter, my co-worker and fellow cook in the park for 5 years (1995 to 2000) despite complaints from guests, union shop stewards (myself included), health inspectors, managers, etc. this guy still lasted, in fact as a Union Rep. I brought a complaint against him, for sexually harrassing minors, and bragging about spending his weekends down south of the border with underaged girls, or attempting to purchase a 14 year old as a slave. The company refused to get rid of him because they were afraid that the Union would file a complaint....

After that the members of the staff finally got so sick of him, they called the FBI hotline.