Day by day, Funny and Sad moments.2014 was not a good year in general, my dear Farther died in June after never being ill a day in his life. More about Dad later but for now I will continue on with my story…
In September I fell over in the front room, I didn’t fall over anything really I just collapsed in a heap on the floor, but I knew straight away that I had done some damage. My husband helped me to my chair (a Raise and Recline chair another piece of equipment from my OT) I was In such a lot of pain and unable to get out to the car to travel to the doctors so I called them to see what they suggested, they said they would call an Ambulance as I would probably need an x-Ray so the call was made and a Saint John Ambulance with two lovely paramedics turned up within half an hour. What a fiasco! It wasn’t until I became disabled and needed to use a wheelchair that we found out our doors; especially the front door was narrower than most standard doors.
The poor ambulance people basically had to man handle (or woman handle) me out of the door on a special chair; the pain was so bad that I was on giggle gas. We eventually got in the Ambulance and was taken to Accident & Emergency at the local hospital, it was a very long day but 5 hours and several x-Rays later I was sent home with a long tube grip bandage on my leg and told it was just a bad sprain. My husband had followed the Ambulance to the hospital wheeled me back to the car and we drove back home.
That was on Friday, all weekend the pain was pretty intense, I just knew it was more than a sprain then the following week I received a call from a doctor in A&E at the hospital asking me to come back in because they had looked at my x-Rays again and found I had actually broken my leg. It was so obvious even to the untrained eye that it was clearly more than just a sprain, so off we went to see the doctor who took a better look at my x-Rays.
They sent me to the plaster department were they plastered my leg from my thigh to my toes… and an appointment was made for me to attend the fracture clinic the next day. I couldn’t get into the car with a plastered leg so we went back into the A&E department and asked if transport could be arranged, luckily they had a medical estate car with a driver and nurse available to take me home; the car was kitted out as a first responses vehicle with a stretcher that came out and legs dropped down to allow it to be taken in and out of the car,so off we went back home.
My husband was already there when we arrived but as they pulled me out of the car the trolley legs collapse while I was still lying flat on it… I hit the ground with such a big thud that it left a plaster marks on the paving bricks on our drive as well as a fair few bruises on me. They were of cause very apologetic and the drive tried discreetly to call his base and let them know that there vehicle would be out of service due to the stretcher breaking. Anyway my husband got a chair out of the house also the Elk (an Inflatable Emergency Lifting Cushion, also from the OT) to get me to my feet so they could transfer me to the chair as well as a blanket as it was 6pm and getting chilly, while the driver had to return to the hospital to retrieve my wheelchair, once he returned I was taken in and placed on my chair. As you can imagine they refused to collect me to take me back to the hospital the next day for my appointment, we had to pay for a special taxi that had a ramp to take me in my chair.
When we eventually saw the consultant again he was very rude and the first thing he said to me was “you know the reason why you have broken your leg so badly is because your FAT” (yes I have put on weight since leaving work, but I’m trying very hard to lose weight, it doesn’t help being in a wheelchair with MS) anyway I said just as sarcastically thank you for telling me that I didn’t know. He told me I would have to be admitted to hospital and undergo an operation in the morning as I had not only broken my leg but had broken bones in my ankle which needed pinning.
Shock horror I had been walking admittedly badly with my walking frame for a week before anyone realised it was broken, so what extra damage had I done? I was admitted straight away (sent husband home to pick up my overnight bag I had already packed months ago just in case) my husband also bought in all my MS medicine which I was allowed to administer myself, I was also fitted with a catheter as I would never have got a nurse to get me a bed pan before I wet the bed. They said they would probably have fitted one after the op the following day anyway,it was one less thing I needed to worry about. The following morning I was wheeled down to the operating theatre, where they operated on my leg and arrived back on the ward with another plaster cast.
I spent 10 days in hospital when I should have only been there two days, the reason being that the OT’s from the hospital had to check my home was safe and suitable; which of cause as it had stairs to the bedroom was not, now you can see why there are bed blockers it’s because each person has to go though the same as me, in my case a hospital bed with air mattress had to be delivered to my house and the only place they could install was in our conservatory. I was kitted out with a mobile commode, and nightstand and a few days supply of catheter night bags, these were given to me on leaving the hospital. A district nurse came to visit the day after I arrived home just to check on me and start a home file to be added to as and when required.
6 months later I’m still there, washing in a small hand basin in the clock room with my husband helping me get in and out of bed wheeling me into the clock room to wash then wheels me into the front room curtains closed to help me dress with the cloths he brings me down from our bedroom.
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