Broken bones: at least 5
Surgery/procedure count: 8
Bruise count: a billion
I was hit basically head on and shattered my right ankle and dislocated my left (thank you, Jesus) elbow.
Surgery 1: External fixator on my ankle/lower leg and my left elbow popped back into place.
Surgery 2: Fixing my left elbow. My socket had some shards that broke off so they were put back, a plate was screwed in, and an external fixator was put on/in. Also, my ulnar nerve was moved. Think hitting your funny bone times 30. OMG!! Ouch.
|See how scary it looks all wrapped up?! Ick!!|
|This is much later, but it shows it out of all the wrapping.|
|My first time in the wheel chair where I was pushed to look out of the window. Two fixators makes getting up and out HARD work!!|
Surgery 4: Wound vac added to ankle, elbow loosened a bit to open towards me, and about 80-90 (an estimate) stitches removed. The picture for this one is gruesome, so I will not post it.
Procedure 5 and 6: Wound vac change. My elbow was popping out of the socket when my arm was extended. This meant the ex-fix would stay. I was a perfect candidate for Tommy John surgery. On the 6th one my surgeon decided to put in stitches and pull them all at once. The next day was baaaaaad. Wow.
So a few days later, I went home for my birthday!! 7 days later, here I am. I got my 8th procedure today.
Procedure 8: Wound vac change and he loosened my elbow to move out a bit. So bad news came with this procedure. My wound has a bit that is still open and is exposing the plate. I currently have a wound vac on one part of my leg and antibiotic beads in the open part. Also, a bacteria I have kills muscle flaps... Yay me. Now that we're all caught up, we'll talk about me.
Now about me. I knew the car was going to hit me before it did.The first thing I noticed was my left arm wouldn't move. I could also feel the bones in right leg move. My radio console had popped out and I pushed it back in. Then I tried not to bleed on my car. Ha! My car was sooo totaled (see pic above). I was crying and screaming at people to help me and get me out of the car.Next, I started talking to myself and calming myself down. When the firemen pulled me out of the car, I said, "I should've taken that weight loss thing seriously." They all laughed. When I get uncomfortable, I crack jokes. I was rushed to one hospital and they stabilized me. I was then sent to a different hospital that I would have been Care Flited to if it wasn't lightning; as it was, I was sent via ambulance. I know what you're thinking: WOW! Two ambulances in one day?! Yep, sure did.
Emotions: I am like a pregnant woman with all the crying I've been doing! Someone recently said that I am grieving. They were right, I am. I am grieving that I am young and am missing out on my life. I am grieving that I have to learn how to walk again. I am grieving that my whole life has changed. I am grieving that I can't be there for my youth. I am grieving. You'll hear more about this when I go day by day from now on. Right now, my arm weighs a TON because he loosened my ex-fix. Also, we didn't bring my yellow foam pillow for my leg and these regular pillows are KILLING me!!! I'm typing this with mostly my right hand. When I went home, I stopped taking the pain pills and found I could bear it. Yay me!
Day 55: Get blood drawn at 7am and my antibiotic via IV. Then, get up at 10:30 to go to pre-op. Go thru everything and sit. And sit. And sit. Until FINALLY I went in. Most of the nurses in pre-op know me by now, so that's nice. I think they should name it after me for having so many surgeries. Ha! When I was done, I got my bad news and was sent to my room. Then I decided I needed to write (type) and started this blog. So here it goes; here's a lovely peak into my day-to-day life on the road to recovery.