Since my last post my life has changed absolutely massively. My Christmas was lovely! Birthday was really good and the holiday was good! The teaching on my Birthday holiday was really good and really enjoyed myself! Then disaster broke on the last day. Was walking down a really steep hill with my kayak when suddenly my right foot slipped under me. Right leg went up in the air with my crushing weight went into the leg then fell down pretty violent and then my kayak slammed into my right leg as well. Knew that second no paddling today or Gala competition. Tried to push myself back up the hill to safety. Left leg couldn’t combined with my upper strength couldn’t do it effectively.
When my friend, whose a retired mental health nurse got to me, said what had happened even though I was sweating like a pig and containing the tears of my beautiful face inside. Because we didn’t have a phone between us, she found some walkers, phoned the outdoor centre who then alerted the instructor who was doing the shuttle.
He got back really quickly, they helped me to the top of the massive hill. Still not back at the minibus. We alerted the emergency services, took it up on myself to take of most of my kayaking equipment to investigate the injury, still was sweating like a pig, started taking of my helmet, elbow pads, buoyancy aid, dry suit. When I got those things of me, looked at my right leg and my skin was very white, feeling in excruciating pain.
The emergency services spoke to me, it was explained that I was a low priority to be picked up as I was speaking and talking whilst being in excruciating pain. My injury had happened by 10:30am or 11:30am. Instructor (friend) decided it wasn’t appropriate for us to stay where we are because the injury could get worse, he lifted me right up into the air and got me into the minibus.
After travelling all over the place both by the Outdoor centre and my parents. When I was travelling was using my upper strength to keep the injured leg up in the air as I knew that if I connected with the surface it would lock to it. Got to Oswestry hospital by about 17:30 or 18:30. Still none the wiser to what the problem was and still could stand on my non injured leg with my heavy injured leg up in the air. Obviously I’m quite a fit person and have a fair bit of flexibility obviously! The nurse explained to me that they couldn’t do X-Rays at this time of the evening because the hospital was about to close for the evening. He was concerned that I had compartment syndrome. Recommended that I go to Shrewsbury Hospital to get X-Rayed.
When we arrived at the Shrewsbury Hospital, still could stand on my non injured leg and hop a bit, Dad walked into the hospital to get a wheelchair. Was brought into the hospital by Dad and some nurses. Was interviewed by nurses and receptionists. Still none the wiser to what the problem was. This was well after 19:00. Quickly this fantastic Radiographer who was nowhere near close to my height came out to see me and took me to the X-Ray room. Got onto the X-Ray bed with immense difficulty and then was asked to lift up my injured leg to put the X-Ray plate under the injured leg. By this time my body was floppy all over the place, my hips were pulling me over, so had to really cuddle the bed whilst in excruciating pain.
X-Rays were taken promptly, then he asked “is their anything else that’s hurting?” My response “yes”. Mentioned the right side of my right knee was hurting.
Then got seen by some fantastic nurses, by which time my parent’s were back with me. This was when I was delivered the shattering news. You’re fractured your tibia and fibular. None the wiser where the bones were at this point and then one of the nurses said “he will require surgery”. My mind was completely devastated at this point and quite frightened.
They started putting on the plaster cast and warned me that it was going to be very painful whilst also having to use a breathing oxygen device. When this task started I then overheard conversations about my treatment plan which was shattering for me I couldn’t deal with both tasks at the same time. One of the nurses had to leave the room to explain that it wasn’t appropriate for the doctor/surgeon talking about my treatment plan as I couldn’t concentrate with the plaster cast getting put on.
When the plaster cast finally got on, explained that I have an unusual way in breathing as I do swimming and have swam ten kilometres! He said “that explains a few things!” Met the surgeon registrar, felt comfortable about the operation and signed the forms. Later on in the evening was taken from one ward to another ward. Had to pull myself over from one bed to the other as the room was very narrow, too narrow for the nurses and practice team to help me! Think I burst there guts with how flexible I was with this injury!
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