My only ambulance ride didn't include any clothing removal, but after they got the Orthopedic Surgeon in from his golf game (really... two hours)...
There was a huge gorilla of a guy who got to pretend my arm being flat on a board, was his only mission in life, as he put most of his rather massive upper body weight down on it... while his buddy pulled on it.
The Ortho started this "fun" after the first X-Ray with, "Well we have one chance to set it, but after that we'll have to schedule surgery."
Luckily, I'd had plenty of morphine at that point in time, so listening to them setting my dual-greenstick fracture just above the wrist of both bones, was odd to hear -- since it couldn't possibly be MY arm making all that noise! (It was.)
Crunch, crackle, crack...
The Ortho shot an X-Ray and decided he wanted a little more tugging and pushing.
Crunch, pop!, crunch... That time was a little sore with a couple of "pinches", but nothing serious.
Another X-Ray... heart rate way up now, but otherwise just sore at this point. Sweating forehead.
"Okay, that'll work. Now you'll be in a cast from your shoulder to your wrist for probably about eight weeks and at least another three weeks after that in a forearm cast. We'll just see how fast you heal up."
All went well.
Getting flexibility back in an elbow that's been immobilized for 8 weeks was the hardest part. More snap, crackle, and pop. Took a long time until I could hyper-extend it again.
I can make the wrist make pop noises pretty much at-will.
But I got to keep my clothes on.
The poor dude at the 7-11 I walked into and flopped my busted arm on the counter in front of, turned kinda green. Shock is a wonderful thing. I didn't really even feel that part.
Sitting in the bumpy Ambulance ride hurt worse than anything that whole day. No meds in the Bus because they were assessing me for head trauma. I got to play 20 Questions.
