How You Became Spinal Cord Injured
#91
Posted 25 August 2011 - 01:57 AM
#92
Posted 25 August 2011 - 11:24 AM
Tim
#93
Posted 25 August 2011 - 04:50 PM
There were several occasions in the hospital that I asked God to just take me, I had had enough. I had more complications than what I shared. I was put on zoloft in rehab, and am thankful that they did.
I am happy and positive most of the time. I cannot change my situation, only work harder. God has given me the gift of patience. The Lord blessed me with many wonderful people, and experiences throughout this as well.
#95
Posted 16 September 2011 - 01:36 PM
my brother went to catch his own football toss...and fell....breaking his c-2. on a sunny beautiful spring day in a park.... u never know what tomorrow brings or for that matter today. live love and laugh.. ..
#97
Posted 17 September 2011 - 02:53 AM
#98
Posted 17 September 2011 - 03:45 AM
Remember every second of it and was terrifying. All i can remember thinking is that a car was going to come up behind me and crash into me. Luckily, a guy living nearby heard the crash and called 999. Remember being cut out of the car and then blacked out somewhere between there and being in the ambulance. Woke up two weeks later in hospital, after being in a coma, and the first thing i was told by the nurse was that i would never walk again. I was still so out of it from all the drugs, i simply said "thanks very much for letting me know" and went to sleep!!!
#100
Posted 15 November 2011 - 12:28 AM
#101
Posted 15 November 2011 - 02:31 AM
Phone the UK girlfriend* (Long story, for another time...maybe
Ride my 6 month old Kawasaki ZZR600 up to Vianden in the north of Luxembourg, to a biker-friendly café. Watch the WSB, cheering on Chris Walker, in the company of German & Dutch bikers.
After the WSB ends, I ride back south, heading to the ex-pat Pub in Luxembourg City to hook up with all my mates and enjoy the footy...as the main roads are fairly busy on a Sunday afternoon, I decide to take the back roads, behind Radio Luxembourg (iconic for us old gits).
And then...somehow, for no apparent or obvious reason, I (and my bike) leave the road. An off-duty policeman in his own car is following me, 100m or so behind, and he reported that I was riding normally, not speeding or looning about (I'm an Advanced Motorcyclist - or was, anyway). He sees me enter a bend in the road, then when he arrives at the bend, he sees me & my bike in a heap in the field on the outside of the bend.
I probably have him to thank (or curse) for my surviving, as he knew the right course of action to take instantly. A short helicopter ride took me to the nearest hospital, where they realised I was beyond their help. A longer helicopter ride took me to Luxembourg City Hospital, where the initial prognosis was "Not long to live".
I'd broken C3, pulverised T4/5 & 6, punctured my aorta, and a lung, and broken several ribs. And a chest infection, which I'd been unaware of, prevented them from beginning too much treatment. 9 weeks induced coma followed, during which time their fantastic surgeons managed to repair my neck break so that I avoided quadriplegia, and got away with 'just' paraplegia.
If Google wasn't down (
I do know that the mighty Chelse stuffed Spurs 4-0 at their place...
And after 11 weeks in the Intensive Care unit, I was transferred to a Rehab Centre where I got into my 1st
#102
Posted 16 November 2011 - 05:56 AM
I was 10 years old and I was on a trail ride and the horse I was on reared up twice. The first time I grabbed the reins by his mouth and he settled down. Being an experienced rider I new to get off and as a young child rider most are tough to put there leg over the front of the horse to dismount and I put it over the back, but i was experienced enough to do it either way. I did not get the opportunity to release my left foot from the stirrup yet (i wish now quick release stirrups had been invented then) and the horse reared up again and I got thrown. I flew threw the air like a rag doll with my hands and feet straight out in front of me and I hit a tree. First my spine hit then my head flew forward and snapped back and hit the tree and i slid straight down and slumped over. They thought I broke my neck first off and actually the way they carried me off the trail down to the driveway and the way they secure my head saved me from becoming a quad. I had one moment of lucidity while waiting for the ambulance to come and I remember hearing a gunshot, yes they put the horse down, had to for it almost killed a child. I was in the hospital for 6 months then did another 6 months of rebah.
#104
Posted 17 November 2011 - 12:36 AM
BoyFallDown, on 16 November 2011 - 07:58 PM, said:
What made her case unusual was that she had been signed up to be the skydiving body double for a Bond girl...called Jinx...in Die Another Day (Halle Berry). Owing to her professionalism, she went out to Spain to do a practice jump on the day before filming started...and her contract.
Uninsured loss...ouch.
#105
Posted 18 November 2011 - 07:16 AM
Raspberry, on 17 November 2011 - 12:36 AM, said:
BoyFallDown, on 16 November 2011 - 07:58 PM, said:
What made her case unusual was that she had been signed up to be the skydiving body double for a Bond girl...called Jinx...in Die Another Day (Halle Berry). Owing to her professionalism, she went out to Spain to do a practice jump on the day before filming started...and her contract.
Uninsured loss...ouch.
Wow, talk about bad luck. That beats my story
#106
Posted 18 November 2011 - 08:03 AM
But I went through a lot of garbage to get the diagnosis. I started having ankle pain on the same foot I'd had multiple metatarsal fusions on a few years before when I ran college track (basically 2 years of surgeries putting metal rods in my foot then taking some out because of problems) The second surgery did nerve damage that they were unaware of and after months of crutches, pain pills and barely being able to leave my bed not crying to crutch to class in the sleet, they found out they sliced some nerves. I had a lumbar nerve block done and was even able to return to running. I was training with my old coaches in hope to qualify for the US Outdoor National meet/team up until I moved to Australia with my fiance (then boyfriend). The ankle was sore then and I shrugged it off to training or maybe tweaking it when I moved out of my apartment the week before. I didn't remember hurting it at all though and I had never had pain in my ankle just my foot with all my problems. Should have given those two "buts" more thought. Oh well.
Anyway ankle flared up more giving me excruciating pain, I got into a great ortho in Oz and he did a bone scan showing a stress fracture and tendon inflammation. Seemed minor for the amount of pain I was in but I shrugged it off, he gave me some Endone and a PT script and he left on holiday. The next day my ankle had swollen at least 3 times its size, like a balloon. After a day it got so bad I started using crutches. A day into crutches my left calf starting hurting, like a muscle pull. In the next day it quickly escalated to feel like a pull then an outright tear. I went to the ER who sent me home with pain pills and a sprained ankle diagnosis, telling me to just wait it out until my doc got back from holiday. A day later my legs were so swollen you couldn't see any bones below my knees (and I'm pretty skinny and boney). I went to a 24/7 clinic and was called a pill seeker and sent home. That Monday I went to get out of bed and couldn't move below my waist. It had been a week since my ankle bone scan. After two days of staying in bed, elevating, icing and taking all the pain killers they'd given me yet still bawling (and I really do have a high pain tolerance) my fiance insisted on taking me to hospital. At the ER I was classified as a child, put in the separate room in the ER and left alone for 4 hours despite having hard, hot red legs, paralysis and the fact I was bawling in pain. I overheard a nurse explaining to another I had a sprained ankle and wanted pills. When the doc finally made his way in and saw my legs he ordered blood tests. Once the results came back, they all came running back in saying I had very bad infections and clotting.
The whole time I was in hospital and hooked up to IVs of all sorts, I was told I was being treated for the clotting and infection and then had to be sent back to the US per my insurance. When I'd bring up my paralysis they'd say they were treating me for my clotting. When I finally was stable enough to be medevaced back to the States I was sent to my orthopedic surgeon since everyone assumed whatever happened was caused by my bad foot. An MRI, CT and X-ray later and everything was fine. I also saw a hematologist who said I should walk soon (but everytime I saw her would forget I couldn't walk at all) and to just keep using my blood thinners. After I felt they were getting worse and couldn't get ahold of her for an entire day despite multiple emergency calls, and when she finally got ahold of me at 5 pm and told me to go to the hospital for emergency ultrasounds, the radiologist said he couldn't even share the results since they couldn't get in touch with her and after I spent hours waiting I got sent home. On my birthday. I got a new hematologist who was much better and seemed to care about my situation. He did a few ultrasounds to monitor the clots and finally they disappeared but I was still unable to move. He said the clotting started in my right ankle but most likely had nothing to do with my previous injuries. Meanwhile the pain doc I saw had done a bilateral lumbar nerve block for my pain, thinking I had chronic regional pain syndrome from my track injuries. Oops.
After this revelation I finally got into see the neurologist I'd been waiting 2 months to see. He suspected Guillian-Barre. Until he did an EMG and while there was damage to my lower peripheral nerves in my legs, nothing was wrong higher up. That's when TM first came up. He suspected it was in my lumbar spine until an MRI showed the damage was in my T10 and it matched a physical exam for sensation and motion. I got the specific diagnosis almost 5 months after I was admitted to the hospital.
So yeah.... boring. But complicated.
#107
Posted 19 November 2011 - 08:35 PM
I'm new here - although I have lurked for some time!
My little (I say little, but he's just turned 25!) brother is a C4 Complete Quad. He's my world and my inspiration. He's also an idiot and a pain in the @£$% at times, but such is family!
He was in a taxi, on the way to a bar for a night out when he was injured. He was 23.
The taxi simply didn't slow down and hit an oncoming vehicle.
He's ventilator independent, which is great for his level of injury and I'm hoping that he'll join the land of the living and the 21st Century when he gets his first laptop in a few days' time.
I don't need to tell you how heartbreaking it has been since his accident.
I must say though, without forums like this, it would be a million times harder.
N x
#108
Posted 20 November 2011 - 02:51 AM
sisofbumface, on 19 November 2011 - 08:35 PM, said:
I'm new here - although I have lurked for some time!
My little (I say little, but he's just turned 25!) brother is a C4 Complete Quad. He's my world and my inspiration. He's also an idiot and a pain in the @£$% at times, but such is family!
He was in a taxi, on the way to a bar for a night out when he was injured. He was 23.
The taxi simply didn't slow down and hit an oncoming vehicle.
He's ventilator independent, which is great for his level of injury and I'm hoping that he'll join the land of the living and the 21st Century when he gets his first laptop in a few days' time.
I don't need to tell you how heartbreaking it has been since his accident.
I must say though, without forums like this, it would be a million times harder.
N x
Hey Sis,
Great to have you here!
#113
Posted 31 March 2012 - 06:29 PM
#115
Posted 06 April 2012 - 10:24 PM
#116
Posted 07 April 2012 - 04:00 AM
neilo96, on 25 June 2011 - 03:26 PM, said:
Very similar story here neilo, mine was border line deliberate however. Was racing early in the morning and wrecked going about 175mph.. went right under a semi when switching lanes. (shattered left hip, fractured pelvis, fractured scap/clavical, compound fracture left ankle, fractured my C5 and T3 vertibrae and a T5 compressed spinal cord. misc. fingers/toes/ribs.) I luckily went into a coma for a little over a month so I don't remember anything from the crash aside from what the police report reads.
I've read a lot of these of these stories and am saddened when I read people say "my story is interesting,cool,exciting etc as others" IMO be very fortunate that it isn't!
#118
Posted 16 April 2012 - 06:10 PM
#119
Posted 16 April 2012 - 07:07 PM
#120
Posted 17 April 2012 - 10:54 AM
The Black Sheep, on 16 April 2012 - 07:07 PM, said:
Hi Black,
I thought exactly the same....it's scary how the docs don't know too much about Myelitis. Before I left the hospital one asked me if I had been on a foreign holiday and were bitten by a mosquito.....if they don't know we're bummed...;oP
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