March 7th 2017 was another normal Tuesday , where my husband had to work the morning so i had decided to go walk my son back from school .. I had done this a million times , it didn't bother me .. i didn't think to much about it.. it's my responsibility to go drop off and pick up my child. so i was defiantly okay going to pick him up. I woke up in the morning and drove him to school . i had noticed that it was cold -18 with the windchill.. their was a new dusting of snow . it had snowed on and off all week the week before all through the weekend .. i didn't think to much of it.. it was winter sometimes we get really cold winters and sometimes we get really mild ones.
It had turned about 845 and as i was in the kitchen getting our son's breakfast and suddenly i was hit with this feeling deep in my stomach that something was wrong with picking up Nathan. something told me not to walk that morning.. I had told my husband that i think it is better if i take the car this morning.. but their was no way we could with just one car at this current time. I cried and gave my husband a half hug because i was angry with him.. i figured i would apologize later as i felt that everything would be okay and i was overreacting. I never expected what happened next.
I had waited until the time to go get my son.. as i walked up my normal route everything was fine.. i got my son from his bus stop and then we were chatting about school and how his morning was and then we started walking home.. He was happy and i was happy.. I had looked around and mention to my son that things around our area looked really bare without a lot of people around.. I had seen about 3 people in my 4 block journey which i had found a little weird.
I had made a split decision to go take the 2 alleys behind the main road .. I had been walking carefully and been telling Nathan to be careful as i didn't want him to slip on the ice, We both had our winter gear on to make sure we were well prepared in case of a fall. I figured i could handle it ... like i did everything else in life.. just kept going things would fall in to place. But this time i had looked down for a split second as i had walked around this one icy spot and suddenly i had felt myself slipping.. their was nothing to grab on to because i was half way in the middle of the ally.. I couldn't make myself stop .. it felt like i had been slipping in slow motion, as i figured i would just slip and i would be okay .. I suddenly felt my leg pop and expand to 10 times the size.. all i could hear in my head was "OH SHIT" .. suddenly it was like lights out in my brain.. I had completely blacked out..
I felt myself falling since i could no longer stand on my leg.. while i was blacking out .. I had rolled in to the snow bank .. and the hospital believes i had hit my head on the ground at some point just don't know which point. When i came to i felt so much pain.. i felt like my foot was completely detached from my leg bone.. I suddenly was blacking in and out because the pain was horrible.. the worst pain i had ever felt in my life.. My son went around me and said "Mommy get up.. get up " and i replied crying "I can't Nathan.. i think i broke my foot" His face went white and i saw that he was scared .. I was scared.. i suddenly was panicking and trying to figure out how to get help.. i suddenly went in to survival mode.. i held myself up by a recycle bin that i had leaned my back up against.. to look and see who i could find.. i kept screaming and screaming and crying .. i could hear myself screaming help through 2 alleys.. echoing ..
Suddenly appeared this black car coming toward me.. i kept waving my hands hoping he wouldn't turn and that he would help me.. He had gotten out of the car and i had told him i needed him to call an ambulance .. when he bent down to talk to me.. i could see his big brown eyes.. filled with so much light and love.. I have felt so many different connections in this life but nothing compared to this one.. i suddenly had this feeling like things would be okay .. i had felt that he was my angel.. He was meant to find me. He did everything for me.. got me a blanket until the ambulance got to me.. he helped the emergency workers help me on to the stretcher.. he took my phone .. my car keys and my son and met my mom and sister at my house .. he waited until my husband got their.. he then came back to the ambulance and gave me my phone back and told me that things would be okay.. I just was in shock .. in a very very vulnerable place .. I had to let my guard down to get emergency help.. this was so hard for me.. because he was a stranger.. He had told my husband later that he would like to be updated on how i am doing and he came to my rescue because on his way out for a smoke to go run some errands before his work at 2pm.. He said that he heard me screaming from a block and a half away and knew he needed to find what was going on.. I am beyond grateful for people like him in this world..I honestly thought people were so cold that they would never help but then their is a glimpse of hope..
I was then taken to the nearest hospital , i remember i wanted to talk to my father as i was scared and i knew my dad had broken his ankle when i was a child.. i watched him go through it all ..so i called him from the ambulance and then when i got to the hospital.. my dad has always been a super calm person in the face of turmoil .. i have only watched him a few times in my life get really angry or stressed.. can't say it was often, I had not talked to anyone else yet besides a small bit to my sister ..I had this feeling like maybe my dad would like to hear from me.. i know my mother would tell him i was okay but this time it was beyond serious .. i felt like it was something i needed to do. They had given me an IV right away and started pumping me with morphine because of the pain was so bad.. since my foot was still in my boot they had to get it off to see the damage .. they had to open up the back door and then wait for the morphine to take effect so that they could then pull my boot off.. either way i still screamed , the drugs did not take all the pain away.. the morphine would only last for 10 minutes at the most and i would be back to hyperventilating and screaming. I was able to calm down a small bit by the time we arrived at the first hospital.. the triage nurse had told us that i would be waiting for a bed in the hallway just like i was with drugs every 10 minutes for another 24 hours.. The ambulance drivers were appalled to say the least as was i.. so i got put back in the ambulance and was taken to a smaller hospital a little further away in my city.. Although this wasn't a big hospital it was able to fix and do minor things.. as i soon found out my break was not simple or easy to fix..
As we arrived to the next hospital the doctors put my int he x ray room and took those immediately which then they could see how bad my break was.. I had broken everything in my ankle that i could break.. i severed my leg bone from my ankle bone.. I broke the back and both bones in my leg.. It was really bad.. after the x rays they had put my in to the emergency triage and pumped me full of morphine every 10 minutes for the next 2 hours. which was hell.. i was in and out of consciousness .. didn't really cry because i felt i was to high to cry.. my sister and husband got in to the waiting room about half an hour after i got to my room.. but they would not let them come in at this moment because about 3 doctors and 5 nurses were telling me that they needed to try and reset my foot so that i could have surgery on my foot.. they gave me hydro morphine.. morphine and fentanyol. i don;t know the dosages but it was meant to make me sleep so i didn't feel them putting my bones back.. but they had tried twice and it didn't work i felt everything all i did was scream and then black out.. then my sister and my husband were allowed to see me.. which was great i needed to see someone else then the personnel around.. even though they were extremely nice to me throughout this whole process.. i still needed my family with me.. We sat their awhile and then my sister had to go home .. then my husband had to head to the next hospital because i was being transferred back to the big hospital were i would await surgery . As the doctors had kept giving me morphine my blood pressure began to slip .. from the normal that it always is .. it finally went to 79/34 which made them panic.. i was very drugged up so the panic really wasn't their for me.. Because of this they could not give me any drugs for my transfer in the ambulance until my blood pressure went back up .
I was screaming and crying in pain the bumps made it extremely painful .. the guys that were transporting me looked like a deer in the headlights .. didn't know how to help me at all.. he was saying the wrong things making me angry., he then brought me in to emergency and waited with me which was great .. until he wasn't paying attention while he was nervously looking around i'm not sure. but then his belt he was wearing slammed in to my foot.. i lost my mind yelled at him and almost got off my stretcher to punch him.. just so inconsiderate !!!!!! I was back again crying in pain.. at this point my foot felt like it was being crushed and everything inside was snapping.. the most pain i have ever felt in my life.. i would do 10 c sections again rather than have broken bones. They then took me in to a room where they finally had given me some more morphine so i was calm enough to talk to the surgeon .. I was able to calm down only for a short amount of time before the pain returned. All of a sudden as me and my husband sit in this small room with a curtain between me and another lady .. a bunch of doctors and nurses came in and told me that it was time to re set the bones in my foot that the previous hospital couldn't do.. they informed me they had tried twice. i was so drugged up i only thought they tried once.
They had rushed my husband out of the room for a few minutes .. i guess they were afraid of him falling or screaming.. not sure.. as they crowded me they had started administering the drug propoval .. which as soon as this hit my blood it knocked me out .. as if i blacked out again.
When i woke up awhile later my foot was in a temporary cast and i felt so much better.. i wasn't in terrible pain like i was.. i wasn't screaming and i didn't feel my foot was going to fall off.. I had then been admitted to the hospital where i got moved around a few times within my 5 day stay awaiting and recovering surgery .. March 10th 2017 i had surgery .. which the doctors put in 11 screws and 2 metal plates .. I have 2 incisions because they had to open my foot on the right side to be able to make sure the plates were put in properly .. March 20th 2017 ( 10 Days Post OP) i got my surgical cast removed and i got put in a fiberglass one on which i have on until it gets removed April 20th 2017 and then depending on how it heals i will be put in a walking cast or in another fiberglass cast .. and then i will be in rehab for another 7 visits.
Update: At this current time i had been in my fiberglass cast for 4 weeks ... I will update with another blog post as the next phase begins.. (Cast coming off.. learning to walk again.. and my journey of what i have learned from this terrible experience)
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28 year old Mom of 3 under 6 (2 boys 1 girl), TTC baby #4, Married to my soul mate, Photographer, nail artist, amazon reviewer, fashion addict, Looking to make a postive impact on this world one story at a time. I am looking to inspire people with love and peace