supaflygirl's blog: "Big OUCH"

So I was in NJ visiting my gma.. everytime I see her I help her, like putting out her deck furniture, grocery shopping, tending to things she can't get to anymore...

Saturday 5/23 started beautifully.  The beach was warm, the sky was blue, and I was happily busy helping my grandma... I was taking her deck furniture out of the garage, washing it, and planned to put it back on her deck in the back of the house.  My grandma wanted to help... I had to keep chasing her away so she wouldn't slip and hurt herself.  I was going to bring a chair off the deck down to the driveway so I could clean it.  When i got to the top of the stairs and began to drag the chair down the steps, I stopped.  Chair was too heavy.  I left it.  I began to back my way down the steps... got to the last step and I slipped. I was wearing wedge flip-flops... BIG MISTAKE.

So I rolled my right ankle cuz of them damn flip flops... and then BOOM.. I fell on my left leg.  I'm laying in the mud/water/driveway, look down at my leg and notice that my leg is straight, but about two inches above my ankle down to my foot was facing to the left.  YES MY FOOT WAS FACING THE WRONG WAY.  I knew I had broken something.  Funny enough the pain had not set in just yet... I was more freaked out seeing my foot pointing left while the rest of me was pointing straight ahead.

Then the pain hit... I screamed bloody murder.  My son and gma came running... told them to call 911 and wake my BF up. OMG.. it hurt.

The ambulance got there within minutes, thankfully.  They rolled me onto a back board, put my leg in a sprint, got me on the gurney, and into the ambulance. The pain was intense.

Every bump we went over I thought was going to kill me.  The EMT's and the Paramedic were so nice to me.  How I was able to make jokes in the ambulance, I don't know. 

I get to the hospital, they take x-rays.  They won't tell me the extent of the damage, but ask my BF to look at the x-rays.  My BF is not one to exaggerate... so when he came back to my room, he looks into my eyes and says "babe, it's bad".  My heart sank... I felt sick.. scared... mad.  Those damn flip flops!  Why didn't I wear better shoes to clean the deck furniture I wondered.  DAMN IT!

The orthopedist comes to my room and says, surgery is necessary... they need an MRI to better determine what to do.  They give me pain meds... thank god for that.

They do an MRI, and find that I had shattered my tibia and fibula.  As I was falliing, the twisting motion broke both bones on an angle... not a clean break.  They ask me if I want to do surgery, or be transported back home to have surgery closer to home... time was limited, I needed to think fast... I could not wait long.  My BF and I were impressed by every doc and nurse so far, so we decided to go for it and have the surgery.  Within 2 hours I was admitted... and on my way for emergency surgery.  I didn't even have time to be scared. 

After surgery I find out that they were able to piece my bones together with the help of two metal plates, pins and screws.  This hardware will be permanent.  I broke my leg badly.  I've always been an over achiever... but this is ridiculous I say to myself, through the morphine haze...

I was in the hospital until Monday, when I insisted to be discharged so I could go home... I didn't want to be stuck in NJ. Family and friends rushed to call and see me.  And my poor little grandma blamed herself.  Thank goodness it was me and not her.  I am so thankful for that. They loaded me into the car, and off we went to go home. 3 hour ride, and boy was it uncomfortable.

My BF and son were fantastic.  My son was scared and upset... saw me once in the hospital... My BF stayed by my side almost the entire time. He was and has been so good to me. Dressing me, feeding me, shuttling me. He is so dependable.  I never felt alone... To me, he is my angel, my rock, my comfort, my friend. I thank god for him. Truly.

What a terrible Memorial Day weekend. Even though it sucked for obvious reasons, I was so glad to be surrounded by family, friends and my BF. During trying times, you find out alot about a person. I found out that I have wonderful family... and a angel of a BF.

I am grateful.