insanecity
10-01-2009, 08:43 PM
On Sept 19th I was driving an offroad go-cart with my 11 year old nephew as a passenger. He had his seatbelt on. I for some stupid reason did not.
As I go into a turn the back tire blows out causing the go-cart to roll. It comes to a stop on its side. I think I was ejected. I look over at my nephew and ask if he is ok. He says yes and I stand up and start to walk away.
Then I realize I have to get him out. I turn back around to get him and this is when I realize my arm is just hanging there. I see my bone sticking out of my arm and blood squirts across the yard.
About this time my dad comes running up and tells me to lay down. He wraps a belt loosely around my arm. My brother calls 911.
As I lay there in the worse pain I have ever felt in my life, all I can think about is fuck I dont have time for this. I realize now that I deal with pain by getting angry. I was pissed!
About 20 minutes later (what seemed like a life time) the fire trucks and emsa showed up. They had a lot of trouble getting an iv going and this just frustrated me more. I wanted the pain to stop.
They finally get an iv in and give me morphine. It doesnt do much but it takes the edge off. They put this bag or something around my arm that prevents it from moving. They are worried about my neck but I assure them the only thing hurt is my arm. I convince them that I can walk if they will help me up. They are having trouble sliding the stretcher under me or something.
Finally I am in the ambulance which I thought meant relief. I was wrong. More morphine and the journey down the back roads full of pot holes to the hospital. I cant move my arm so it is hanging off of the stretcher. They tie it to the ceiling for support. I feel every bump.
I arrive at the hospital and they prep me for surgery. I wake up in a hospital room. My family is there. The next few days are foggy. They are pumping so many chemicals into me. Im scared. I dont like what it is doing to my mind. My thoughts. My emotions. The whole experience is very surreal.
I tell them I dont want the morphine anymore and I quit pushing the button. They put me on oxy contin and percocet. I dont like these chemicals either. I am afraid I will become addicted. The pain is so bad. I have 3 surgeries in 5 days.
The surgeon asked me what I do for a living. I tell him I blow glass. He questions me about that for a bit and then tells me what is going on.
He tells me i dislocated my elbow and that the cartilage that makes up the joint is gone. He says it looks like my bone drug across the pavement. They removed several pieces of gravel, dirt and grass. They had to flush it several times to make sure they got it all.
He tells me I have a pin in my arm to hold the bones together and that it will be there for at least 4 weeks. He says then I will have several months of physical therapy. He says I will never have full movement of my arm again. I tell him fuck that. I will have 100% recovery.
I truly believe we can heal our bodies. My mind is strong and I WILL have 100% movement of my arm. I manifest my own reality and positive thought will heal me.
I am blessed!! My mom, dad, brother and sister took turns staying with me at the hospital. I was never alone. Since I got out of the hospital my brother and his wife have stayed at my house to take care of me and my kids.
I was in the hospital from the 19th-24th. I was stuck on the couch from the 24th-27th. They had me on so many pills. I cut the dose in half and I am feeling much better. I can think clearer. I made my brother and his wife go home on the night of the 28th. One of them returns every morning to take my son to school and help out with my daughter during the day.
I dont know why I am sharing all of this. Maybe its the pills. I guess I just needed to vent. Thanks for reading if you made it this far and keep me in your prayers and positive thoughts.
As I go into a turn the back tire blows out causing the go-cart to roll. It comes to a stop on its side. I think I was ejected. I look over at my nephew and ask if he is ok. He says yes and I stand up and start to walk away.
Then I realize I have to get him out. I turn back around to get him and this is when I realize my arm is just hanging there. I see my bone sticking out of my arm and blood squirts across the yard.
About this time my dad comes running up and tells me to lay down. He wraps a belt loosely around my arm. My brother calls 911.
As I lay there in the worse pain I have ever felt in my life, all I can think about is fuck I dont have time for this. I realize now that I deal with pain by getting angry. I was pissed!
About 20 minutes later (what seemed like a life time) the fire trucks and emsa showed up. They had a lot of trouble getting an iv going and this just frustrated me more. I wanted the pain to stop.
They finally get an iv in and give me morphine. It doesnt do much but it takes the edge off. They put this bag or something around my arm that prevents it from moving. They are worried about my neck but I assure them the only thing hurt is my arm. I convince them that I can walk if they will help me up. They are having trouble sliding the stretcher under me or something.
Finally I am in the ambulance which I thought meant relief. I was wrong. More morphine and the journey down the back roads full of pot holes to the hospital. I cant move my arm so it is hanging off of the stretcher. They tie it to the ceiling for support. I feel every bump.
I arrive at the hospital and they prep me for surgery. I wake up in a hospital room. My family is there. The next few days are foggy. They are pumping so many chemicals into me. Im scared. I dont like what it is doing to my mind. My thoughts. My emotions. The whole experience is very surreal.
I tell them I dont want the morphine anymore and I quit pushing the button. They put me on oxy contin and percocet. I dont like these chemicals either. I am afraid I will become addicted. The pain is so bad. I have 3 surgeries in 5 days.
The surgeon asked me what I do for a living. I tell him I blow glass. He questions me about that for a bit and then tells me what is going on.
He tells me i dislocated my elbow and that the cartilage that makes up the joint is gone. He says it looks like my bone drug across the pavement. They removed several pieces of gravel, dirt and grass. They had to flush it several times to make sure they got it all.
He tells me I have a pin in my arm to hold the bones together and that it will be there for at least 4 weeks. He says then I will have several months of physical therapy. He says I will never have full movement of my arm again. I tell him fuck that. I will have 100% recovery.
I truly believe we can heal our bodies. My mind is strong and I WILL have 100% movement of my arm. I manifest my own reality and positive thought will heal me.
I am blessed!! My mom, dad, brother and sister took turns staying with me at the hospital. I was never alone. Since I got out of the hospital my brother and his wife have stayed at my house to take care of me and my kids.
I was in the hospital from the 19th-24th. I was stuck on the couch from the 24th-27th. They had me on so many pills. I cut the dose in half and I am feeling much better. I can think clearer. I made my brother and his wife go home on the night of the 28th. One of them returns every morning to take my son to school and help out with my daughter during the day.
I dont know why I am sharing all of this. Maybe its the pills. I guess I just needed to vent. Thanks for reading if you made it this far and keep me in your prayers and positive thoughts.