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Amy2 : My broken leg
Diary entry posted Sun 1:31pm 25 February 2007

Day one started out like no other day. I work as a manager in a group home that provides residential services to those with mental illness. It was only 8:30am on January 4, 2007, I had just returned from taking two clients to the dentist and I noticed that the rubbish had not been taken out. So off I went from my cozy little offices in the basement to gather up the rubbish from the six clients that live in the three apartments upstairs. I wondered why staff had not done this task the previous evening, but staff often get busy and I figured I would find out later. As I was headed back down the stairs to my office in the basement, with my arms loaded with rubbish I THOUGHT I was at the bottom of the stairs when actually I had another step to go, I felt air then I felt my ankle twist as I hit the landing. I fell to the right and my ankle twisted to the left. I landed hard on my left leg, I heard the POP and felt the pain. My first thought was, “Oh my god I am on vacation in two days, I NEED to see my best friend”. The pain had not subsided and I was laying on my left leg and it appeared to be in an awkward position, I thought if I took it out from under my body it would feel better. When I lifted my leg from my thigh, my foot slumped in an unnatural position to the right, like a broken candy cane still in it's wrapper. I laid the broken leg on top of my other leg and yelled for help, all the while feeling the warm blood pooling under my body. One of my clients came down to me and called 911. I will be forever proud of her quick and calm response to my pleas for help. I also I felt a sense of reward knowing all I had taught her over the years about accessing emergency services quickly and asking questions later had sunk in. I remember passing out and hearing someone screaming and realized it was me, I quickly put my work hat back on tried to keep my cool and keep my clients in their apartments, as I could hear them scurrying around and headed down to see their fearless leader a broken mess on the floor. The ambulance took me to the local hospital and I had a rod and four large screws placed surgically in my left leg to repair a compound open tib fib fracture. Ouch. That was day one. Nothing was helping the pain. Not the Ativan or the self regulating morphine pump. Day two was filled with more pain than I had ever experienced I remember a lady from physical therapy coming tot ell me they planned on getting me up and then the next thing I knew it felt like I was being woken up from surgery again, I opened my eyes and there were at least 9 people in my room asking questions. I had gone into respatory arrest from a reaction to the pain medications and a medication I take for my bowels. I was moved to ICU and given nothing but Tylenol for 48 hours. Day three and four of my ordeal was a living hell. On day five I was finally given Turinol and Ultram for pain. This made it possible to learn to get around with a walker and then crutches. I left the hospital on day six, only to spend the next ten days living in my mom’s living room tolerating the pain that I am supposed to “work through” or “bit the bullet”. It is now day 53, the pain is at times still unbearable and physical therapy is torture. I have just begun to put weight on the leg. My FEMLA is up on 3-7-07, so by law my employer will not have to hold my job for me. The doctor says it could be several more months before I can return on “light duty” that is if there is something at my job I w



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