Everyone who knows me knows that for the past year i have been in hospital. I came here for a tricky but easy surgery to correct a club foot that had progressivly gotten worse since my car accident 10 years ago. Anyway the surgery went well my surgeon was happy and the hospital sent me to rehab with a plaster cast on my foot.
Rehab is where everything turned to shit. Firstly my surgeon did not want me in rehab yet as the foot was in a critical stage where it was at risk of moving and getting hurt. While in rehab i was unaware of my surgeons wishes and i participated in physio and did as i was told. 4 days after i arrived in rehab my surgeon came and was suprised to see me in rehab, he took a look at my toes through the end of the cast and ny toes were black!
He became very worried and at that point i didnt really know why, i couldnt see my toes in the cast and i was concerned only by his stress. He took the cast off and then i understood his concern my entire foot was black! Like as black as coal!! He immediately called a plstic surgeon who was there in 10 mins and he suggested we put a splint on the foot and give it a few days before wd do something drastic like amputate the foot.
The next day some of the colour had returned to some toes and some of the skin around the side of my foot but the majority was black, especially the top of the foot and my little toe. After another two days i was going in to surgery knowing that he would cut off my toe and all of the black/ dead skin and flesh, but that if there wasnt a sufficent amount of healthy skin left that he would have to amputate.
I woke up with my foot minus the little toe and a shit load of skin plus i had a vac machine attatched (negative pressure therapy) i still had a splint on but my foot was floppy and there wasnt enough skin to hold a splint or cast on for the amount of time required for the bone to heal. My original surgeon decided that our only option was an external fixation, to hold the bone in place and take pressure off the healing skin.
So he attatched an external fixation, during that surgery i aspirated, i wasnt having a good time so far. Everything that could go wrong did! Twice a week and then once i returned to surgery to further debride and change the vac dressing a total of 49 surgeries!!
The external fixation, and skin grafted area.
So finally my foot was ready for a skin graft, it was so exciting to me! A month ago now i had the skin graft and it was successful! Which knowing the slow way my foot was healing we didnt know if the graft would take or fail, but through the magic that is my surgeon it worked! Now we needed to get this external fixation off, it was kept on this long because it was protecting the wound and now that the wound is healed its ready to come off. There was a small issue with insurance but now i have my final surgery date and thats why im writting this post! My external fixation is coming off next tuesday the 28th! Which is soooo exciting for me! So please pray or send good vibes or think of me next week and lets all hope it goes well!
I wrote this in 2010 so forgive my lack of grammar, i didnt re write it because it can be hard to think about
my accident 15 July 2007people have been telling me to write this down for a while so
i finally decided to do it, i hope it explains everything =]
it was a sundry like any other week my family was getting
tiredly up to go to church, i was 15 and starting to find out
who i was. my family of 5 got in to the car and we headed off
to church, it had rained the previous night and the roads
i was sitting in the middle back seat wearing a lap seat belt
between my brother and sister and i remember talking to my
sister about what jobs we had to do at church today. we
were half way there and we approached the roundabout at
about 50kph and went through, on the way through my dad
blanked out and didn’t turn through the roundabout we hit
the curb where i could hear my mum begin to scream i was
frozen in place and i screamed out ‘Kim’ (my dad) he
swerved to the side and we went fast across the road, where
we hit a fence.
my mum was still screaming and began to cry, instantly i
couldn’t feel my legs and began to scream that out, which
made my mothers screaming worse. the pain was so intense
and i couldn’t stand it, my brother who was on my left
opened the door and walked out of the car and just walked
away, i fell to the side and screamed for him to help me out i
took off my seat belt and tried to get out of the car by this
stage all the car doors were open and cars who had seen the
accident stopped to help. my dad was standing in front of
me whilst my head was on the ground and my legs were still
in the car, a man who had stopped was trying to help move
me but Kim knowing better wouldn’t let him.
this whole time mum was crying and i was saying i cant feel
my legs over and over, at first ijust thought it was numb and
if i got out of the car and walked around it would be ok. the
ambulance came and helped me out, they took me and my
sister to the hospital while the rest of my family went to a
different hospital.as soon as we arrived i was seperated from
my sister and in a big scary emergency room. I was 15 and
didn’t understand why they wouldn’t let me get up or why i
couldn’t feel my legs.
later that day i was moved to another hospital by my self, all
that day different doctors came and touched different parts
of my legs and asked me if i could feel it, with every touch i
got more and more scared because i still couldn’t feel it, the
numbness wasn’t going away. that night i was alone in my
hospital room where an old smart looking doctor came and
did the same test, when he was finished he told me i had
broken my back and had a spinal cord injury and that i was a
complete paraplegic and needed an operation. i didn’t
understand any of this and was alone and scared, 2 days
later i had a 6 hour operation where i had my spine fused my
t12 and 11 vertebrae.
from July 15 2007 my life hasn’t been the same i am in a
wheelchair and will be forever sometimes it really hurts to
think about my future and what opportunities i have missed
but i’m glad that i have the mind i do it helps also the people
who have helped me along the way couldn’t have been
better i am lucky to be alive and i am sick of people thinking
its cool to speed and have ‘cool’ cars. nobody died in my
accident and i am truly thankful for that i couldn’t imagine if
they were. but i’ve been told that its probably worse to be
paralyzed than dead, i don’t know what i think about that but
i know that both are pretty bad =\