This is the continuation of my last post, The Scare of a Lifetime: My Story.
When they finally got me to the emergency room, they had to roll me over to a different bed. At this time, I thought "Oh no! Please dont!" It was really hard as everytime they had to roll me I could feel my bones clicking and grating like crazy. My body started shaking as if I was having an epileptic fit.
In the ambulance I was given a cannula and now in hospital they give me another... and this was because they wanted to give me a button to give me some medication and that I could press it when ever I wanted provided there was a five minute limit till I could press it again.
The medication they gave me, Fentinel I really don't know how to spell that but since I am allergic to Morphine and sadly large doses of Codeine, which sucked so bad. I was in a bad shape and there was nothing I could do about it.
After some time they decided I needed an X-ray, I told them I had metal on my pants they decided that that was totally fine. After having plenty of X-rays in my time I thought that was completely outrageous. You are not allowed to have any form of Metal on your body otherwise it would come through on the X-ray and could ruin it in away that it would make it harder to see if there is in damage.
So I went for the X-ray as I cried out in pain... but they were able to work around me and try to make it easier by putting the film under the draw sheet I was on. When I was taken back to the emergency room, they then decided yes I had broken but it was difficult to see all the damage due to my pants. I'm there going "wow, you just figured that out" of course I said that in my head, they asked me to if it was possible to take off my pants...
How the Fuc* was I supposed to take off my pants!!! I broke my pelvis, I couldn't sit up!! I couldn't even move my legs properly!!
I said to them, no, you have to cut them. I can't take them off, you will have to cut them. Around about 10 - 20 minutes later they decide to cut them off. They said I needed to have an MRI because my bones are so delicate they couldn't see it and this would allow to see the damage that was done..
That was just as painful! I had to be moved again on to another bed type thing so they could put me in the machine. Fantastic.
By the way guys that was sarcasm!
After all of that, they said I had multiple fractures of my pelvis and hip. I am there thinking to myself: wow, I knew that already! I mean the pain wasn't enough for them to realise I broke. They didn't seem to worry about the fact I couldn't feel my legs because I could move them, they just said to keep an eye on the colour. Yeah, that's really what you tell a person who is already scared to death. My head was just rattled with the thought was I going to be able to talk again?
The night still wasn't over, since I couldn't sit up or really move I had to have a catheter or what americans would call a "Foley". I felt violated, I had to demand female doctors do it due to recent experiences but still the worst experience ever.
They couldn't get it in properly. I had to try and move my legs so the could get it in and then tape it to my leg... As I said, worst experience.
Around 2am, they move me from emergency to like an orthopaedic ward or something, I broke around 6pm. It took them that long to actually look after me and for a bloody X-ray and MRI at this point I was so exhausted from crying and so in pain that made it hard to want to sleep.
This ward they move me to, I had over five nurses around me, shouting out ways to get me to yet again another bed. I had been moved over 6 times from bed to stretcher to bed again... I thought to myself I wonder because I was moved so many times if they caused more damage than good. And now I was proved right, the next incident made it more dramatic and so painful. They finally suggested that they use a lifter, as I have told nurses about this, they said that they shouldn't have done that.
So they slide panels up and down my body trying to what they called "slowly" slide them underneath me without me moving. But they missed one...
Under my bum, support my bum, when they started to lift me I started to fall through, I screamed as my mother and a friend was terrified, they and other patients in that long room could hear my bones crack and snap. They lifted me down back to the bed I was on before, going crook at me telling me "why are you screaming, you have had your medication we can't give you anymore", "stop crying your waking up the other patients". At this time my whole body was shaking, my mouth to, my teeth were chattering as if I was cold.
They tried again after they put another panel under me near my bottom to support it...making sure I don't fall through. After this, I didn't trust the nurses that night... as I was in so much pain, I could only sleep two maybe three hours.
This was considered the worst 8 hours maybe more of my life. Breaking my pelvis I actually broke, my sacrum, pubic bone, front and back as well as my left hip. But that wasn't all, Severe nerve damage to my left leg. I was in Nepean hospital for a week when they finally decided I needed an operation. I was then sent to Weststmead Hospital on the 5th. But thats another story...
