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Start Date: 8/20/2009 9:07:07 PM
This happened over three months ago and I'm still awaiting two more surgeries and maybe 2 or 3 more months of healing. November 15, 2009. Well, technically this all started on the 14th. I hosted a party for my friend's 20t birthday and once the party had wound down (most of the guests wen home the rest were passed out around my house) and 5 of us were still up. We decided to take a 5 minute drive to my other friend's hot tub at about 4 in the morning of the 15th. My friend lives 5 minutes away and the friend I hosted the party for doesn't drink, so he drove. We got kicked out of the hot tub for being too noisy and made a quick get away in our bathing suits/underwear. Heading back to my house, listening to music, laughing, smoking and carrying on, we turn the corner right onto the street connecting to mine 3 minutes away from my house. We were speeding a little and doing about 70 (maybe slightly more). Taking the turn the van makes a strange noise, snaps to the left we drift for a moment (like tokyo drift, the movie) completely sideways. I think my buddy is messing around before I realize the look on his face, that was the 'oh shit' moment. The car snaps back to the right, without slowing down, is up over the curb and smashing through a fence before crushing into a huge tree. When the airbag deflates a bit I see the front end of the van practically in my lap (the whole front end had been crushed in) and smoking, my buddy tossing me the keys and running out of the car. I also see my right leg out the window while the other guys are getting out. I know my leg is broken, I don't know how or why I know, but I know. After seeing the smoke I also know I might need to get away from the vehicle. I pop my door and pull my own leg out of the window while one of the guys gets over to me. This all had happened in a matter of seconds. He tries to slide one arm under my bum and the other behind me so I can hang onto him and he can carry me away. The instant he tries to get his hand under me I yell "Shit! Don't TOUCH me!!". I ask him not to leave my side but not to touch me again. I'm not crying, I hadn't lost consciousness, but I'm -angry-. I don't know why I'm so angry, but I'm furious. Looking down at my leg bent at the knee, foot resting in a high heel on the door frame, my thigh looking exceptionally odd, short and kind of fat. I try to move my leg... nothing. I try again and again... still nothing. I know it's serious, I had completely ignored the searing pain in my face and jaw from the air bag, the blood running down my left shin, the cuts on my hands, the immense pain in my left hip while it swells and turns black. the marks on my chest from my seat belt. Flashing lights, finally! It had seemed like forever but had actually only been 5 or 10 minutes. The police were questioning the boys and I heard one of them say "We called for two ambulances, look at this shit. We figured the driver and front passenger were dead...". More flashing, the ambulances. A woman in a paramedic uniform looks into the open door right into my face and waves for someone to come over and a very young looking EMT now comes into the door. "Ma'am, are you alright?" he asks looking slightly stunned. I yell "does it look like I'm fucking alright?! get me OUT!" he doesn't, instead his shaking hands put a neck brace too tightly around my neck, checks my eyes with a flashlight and asks if I had lost consciousness at any point, I hadn't. Every move he makes he checks over his shoulder to his superior. He tries to tell me how he plans to move me. It's a shit plan and I tell him how crap it is and suggest another. He looks over at his superior again and she nods. Once in the ambulance while the tension brace (to try and pull the bones back) is being put on, the whole time I'm screaming at this new EMT boy to not be so incompetent and cursing loudly due to the pain, they administer the first dose of morphine. It does nothing, absolutely nothing (and I'm not exaggerating, I'll explain later). The EMT boy reaches across the stretcher for something and puts his hand on my right leg. My reflexes make me snap up and try to bite him, I missed him narrowly and the other EMT woman sitting above my head holds my shoulders. She lays me back down and straps me there. She asks the boy to switch with Julie to which he promptly hops out of the back of the ambulance and another woman joins the three of us. We begin to move, the driver slams on the brakes a bit too much, my stretcher jerks forward, I curse loudly. After the woman sitting above my head pounds the wall behind her and screams "EASY ON THE BREAKS!!" he doses me again with morphine. Nothing, again. Arriving at the hospital and realize I don't have my blackberry and don't know anyone's number. So, a very nice police officer returned to the scene to retrieve it. I start franticly calling my father, my mother, my best friend (who was passed out drunk at my house), my boyfriend (who lives in another city), my grandmother. No one answers their phone because it's 5:22am on a Sunday. Also, my battery on my phone is dying. Shit. Finally my grandmother picks up, "Nona? It's me. There's been an accident. I'm at the hospital and my phone is dying. Get a hold of my father and send him here, now. I love you." After 3 more doses of morphine waiting in the trauma unit the nurse says "I've given you enough morphine to knock out a man twice your size and you're awake and talking to me. I mean, wow." I sarcastically reply "Yeah, and I can feel everything too... Super!" "Well, that's some tolerance you've got there... I'm sorry." she quickly replies before hurrying out. A very nice older man comes in later and starts wheeling me out of the trauma room "x-ray time." He almost sings as we make the short trip to radiology. In there the radiologist makes me move about while I scream and curse his mother and tell him I hate him. Later I apologize to the radiologist as the older man comes in to retrieve me. Wheeled back into the trauma room a doctor shows up just a while after. He tells me my femur has been broken completely in half and my leg is 3 inches too short and the bottom part of the bone is resting on top of the top half and is partially lodged in my muscle. I need emergency surgery. He plans on an intramedullary rod with three locking screws. I will have surgery that day because waiting will kill me. Also, the surgery could kill me in several different ways. I will lose blood, I will lose bone marrow... but if nothing goes wrong I will walk again.

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