10th April 2014……The hospital experience

We arrive at hospital, and im taken to a bay.  Hubby With me at every step, i really dont know what i would do without this man in my life, im so glad i married him, i just feel sorry that our vows became reality so soon ( in sickness and in health and all that).

A team of AnE doctors and nurses come and surround me.  Someone cuts my tights off my legs.  Theyre asking me questions….but all i want to know is “will i make it to my wedding reception on saturday night”…..their response ” we’ll try and get you there”.  When you hear what is to come, you will know they were just trying to either shut me up, or keep me as positive as possible.

One doctor told me off…..i dont think i was answering her questions that she needed to know….i think the drugs didnt help.  They needed to take my dress off, then roll me to check my spine.  And what did they find when i did that…… My Wonderwoman Knickers!!  Always make sure you have suitable hospital knickers.  It made us all laugh, so i guess that lightened the mood.

Mum arrived, i really didnt want her to see my leg, it was such a mess….but i actually now dont remember how it looked at all.  I just remember thinking, i need to get a picture of this, and then something in my head said,…..i dont think you will want to open your phone tomorrow and see that, so i didnt…..but now i wish i had.  SICKO

I was sent for xrays……the very first time i used my new signature as a married woman….


So the diagnosis after my first xray……i had a Compound fracture to the left tib and fib…..in simple terms, i had broken both bones in my lower leg, and had a huge hole in my leg.  My arm had a lot of soft tissue damage but no broken bones.

The next big thing they wanted to do was clean the wound…..apparently this was going to be like when you clean a graze or cut but on a bigger scale.  I sent mum and paul out of the room.  The nurses asked a doctor to come and assist as my leg was apparently so unstable they didnt feel comfortable lifting it in an appropriate position.  Once it was cleaned they needed to put it in temporary plaster.  I got 30 minutes of gas and air before they would begin….that stuff is amazing.  I have to say it stung a lot, but i coped.  they plastered me up, and sent me back to xray.  Everything felt very surreal.

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We needed to get word out about the wedding….so Hubby got the task, unfortunately the quickest way meant a facebook status, which isnt great…..as not everyone uses facebook, but i think message got out to the majority of guests.

By the time i got to the ward G4 it was about 2am….. and then i had to be checked in again.

10 April 2014…..what happened next

A familiar face…..MY SUPERMAN HUSBAND…..stood opposite me, as white as a ghost. ” DROP THE BAGS NOW, AND COME AND HELP ME”.  He did just that, he got the ball rolling, someone then phoned for the ambulance, and police.  A woman let me lean on her, and a man in an orange work coat came with a towel and put it on my leg…..MY LEG…..ITS STILL ATTACHED.

I was screaming at the passenger of the car who was directly facing me to take his belt off to use as a tourniquet….which i must add…..HE DID NOT DO.  Instead he just stood saying they were sorry in some pathetic tone.  Some kind person in the growing crowd took his belt off, and hubby got it around the leg.  The man in orange ( who i later found out was a friends brother) compressed the wound.  A woman ( who i later found out was a midwife from our local hospital who works with another friend) came to calm me down, and a man from the supermarket took over to let me lean on him.

i have to say a massive thank you to these kind kind people who came to help.  They helped to calm both myself and hubby down, and the midwife took control of the situation.  i’m sure she told me off at one point because i wasnt staying calm 🙂

Hang on….im supposed to be at the airport….somebody phone mum, my uncle or anyone to go and get my aunt…..shes expecting us like right now.

In this situation you would expect that i would have felt some pain…..i felt nothing.  i just felt completely confused and then angry about the situation.

Next there was sirens….the police arrived, i think it was this point i was told to remove my coat.  Still no pain….but everyone gasped….what have you done to your arm.  I looked, it was black and blue and extremely swollen…..hmmm yeah it does hurt a bit i guess.  Sat waiting for the ambulance felt like forever, even when people started saying the ambulance is coming i can hear it…..must have been minutes, but seemed like at least 30.

When the paramedics arrived i felt somewhat relieved, the pain had started to set in as i had started to calm down. They gave me plenty of gas and air, They put an inflatable thing around my leg, and blew it up. Once they got me in the ambulance, they tried to inject various drugs….but i guess all of the shock my body was in they couldnt find a vein.  What made me laugh….they literally rummaged through their drawers and whatever pain relief they could find, i took…..paracetamol, codeine, oral morphine, and more gas and air.  We couldnt set off to the hospital until my pain was under control, as it would be too painful.

I will never forget the moment the hubby got in the ambulance.  he was so white through shock….he told me he had spoken to mum and not to worry, someone was on the way to the airport, and that there was damage to my car, as well as chunks of my leg stuck to it.  Sorry to be so graphic.  The carpark was in a similar situation with blood and chunks of flesh around.

The paramedics did an amazing job of keeping me calm.  I wanted to cry so much, but no tears would come.  The journey to hospital was so quick, but so so painful.  Alls that i wanted to know was if my leg was going to fall off.

Whilst all this was happening, i didnt once see the driver, nor did she try to apologize, rumours were that her and her husband phoned their car insurance company……never thought about phoning an ambulance.  I just want to say thanks for hitting me, crushing me, dragging me, and all of your help afterwards….NOT!!!!!!!  i understand people react differently in shock, but when someone is on the floor alone and screaming for help, blood everywhere….you go and help, even if you just stand and talk to them and phone for help.

10th April 2014……The accident

I got out of my car, and shut the door…..pressed my key fob to lock the car and turned.

This was as far as i got, i was stood right next to my car, in the car park space.  The only way i can describe the next few seconds was the feeling of being in a whirlwind being spun, and dragged, screaming, ….not knowing what was happening, and the next second i was on the floor of the carpark in the road between two rows of parked cars.  i remember as i was being dragged i saw the female driver who was dragging me with her also screaming.  She had continued into another parked vehicle.

I was on the carpark floor, fully conscious, confused, not knowing what had just happened. My first aid head started…. Am i ok?? Can i move?? then i looked down, there was blood everywhere…but im not in pain, so why cant i move??.  Where was my leg????  PANIC…..seriously what has happened…..i couldnt figure out where my leg was…i was wearing a butterfly day dress, tights and ballerina pumps ( my new ones i had bought for my hen party only a few weeks earlier)i think it was the tights that confused me as to what was going on with my leg.  i thought ok…..i better scream for help, so i screamed like never before.  Those screams to this day haunt me….no one came….Wheres the hubby….why is no one coming to help……isn’t it obvious i need help.  so i think ok, so this is it, im bleeding a lot, no one is coming, i still dont know where my leg is,  i guess im going to just die on the carpark, i might as well just sit back and relax then.  It may sound dramatic to some but those few minutes felt like forever, and when no one is doing anything at all to help, and you cant help yourself, you literally think that this is it.

10th April 2014….the lead up to one of the worst days of my life.

to anyone else this day is just another average Thursday.  For me….i had only got married one week ago…woohoo happy 1 week anniversary hubby.  We had a very intimate ceremony a few hours away from our hometown, and had opted for an extra large (300 guests) wedding reception on the 12th april back home, to be able to celebrate our marriage with everyone we love.  Due to my love of everything creative, i wanted to do as much as possible for the wedding and ceremony, which is why we had decided on a 10 day gap.

So on this thursday i had started the preparations for our dessert table….150 cake pops made, and some work to the wedding cake done.

A lot of my relatives live abroad, and so my uncle had arrived during the day from Holland, my aunt due to arrive from Germany early evening.  I wanted to be the one to collect her from the airport as i hadnt seen her for a few years.

Me and the hubby decided on the way to the airport we would quickly call at a local supermarket, i would get some petrol as he nipped in the store to collect some cat food for little copper.  So i get my petrol and went to pay….card declined – ohhhh the bank had said that my card wouldnt stop for changing my name until my new one arrived…..wrong….so i messed about with the cash point and some other accounts.  I had said to the hubby i’ll find a parking spot close to the store so he could see me on leaving the store.

This is exactly what i did, i found a parking bay at the front of the store.  Sat and waited….i was clock watching….it was 6.25pm.  people watching- the carpark was fairly busy with parked cars, not many people wandering though.  i had clocked a car at the junction opposite, they were sat at the junction for a while even though they could have gone.  I thought no more of it.  Thinking that we needed to get to the airport, and the hubby mustnt have seen the car as i had been a while at the petrol station, i thought i best go to find him…….

My Blog

After months and months of writing in my diary, i got inspired by a fellow broken legger to actually make a blog about the accident which took place, and continue with the process, so everyone can follow the rollercoaster process that comes with having a broken leg.  Hopefully it will help other accident victims realise that they are not alone, in such a lonely process, and give an insight into what actually happened and the processes you have to go through, both good and bad.