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Wednesday, February 25, 2009
When it rain it pours
Yesterday I get a text, yeah a text from my landlords asking if we could talk. I of course said yes because i have nothing on my agenda but lay in my bed. So she proceeds to tell me that they are losing the house and wants to know if we want to buy the house. WOW! You may know that i have been the provider in my family since about Oct when Michael's company decided to do some changes and his contract was up. He got a small package and has been home ever since. He has been the greatest house dad EVER! He does everything from cleaning, cooking, the grocery shopping, running the family errands and all! So i haven't minded working cause he has done a great job at home. NOW with my neck injury i'm not sure what we are going to do. This house issue couldn't have come at a worse time. We have some major choices and hard decisions to make. I haven 't really loved this house and was actually thinking i didn't want it but michael did remind me that you usually don't run out and buy your dream home. I start again, looking at the potential this house has and realized it could be possible to do some fun upgrades and then sale this house in a better market. THEN i could have my dream home. I have this problem of having ZERO patiences though. I have a lot on my mind as i lay in my bed! I wish i could go back to work!
Monday, February 23, 2009
Daily Trials
Sunday
Sunday was a little on the rough side. I slept for a lot of the day which really isn't rough but i got sick which is never fun. Think of it this way....Have u ever thrown up facing forward and not being able to look down at the toilet. Ya it doesn't work so well. So i ended my conversation on the telephone and promptly yelled for michael. He helped me off the couch and then looked at the situation of me standing by the toilet. I think he realized he would be the one cleaning it if i missed so he thought quickly and grabbed a bowel. Throwing up isn't so fun when your neck already hurts. I went back to bed and that was the extent of me going down stairs.
My aunt Karen visited which was nice to see a new face instead of the ceiling. She brought me some good ol fruit to help with the wonderful constipation issue. Man i've never been constipated and hope to not ever be again. I've been taking stool softeners like they are candy and that didn't do the trick either so yesterday while we were at the pharmacy we picked up some milk of mag. That stuff is amazingly chalky but just like the bottle says produces work in 30 mins to 6 hours. The rest of sunday was uneventful!
Monday 1 week after the accident
I got a little sleep do to the fact i have this new friend called valium. I slept like a champ until it was time for sid's report. I thought i could pull myself together enough to sit through a wild animal report that she has done so good on. So my wardrobe consists of things that don't go over my head. tube top or tank top? i found a matching sweat outfit (with a tank top under neath and a zip up jacket) and pulled my hair what i could reach back into a pony tail. Daily task such as brushing your teeth are challenges that sure make things interesting. I think michael got tired of wiping the sink off so he grabbed me a cup to spit in so it was a for sure hit. The neck collar guy came again and bought me the new style of the week. A miami J collar. That's right i'm sporting the new and improved hot shit on the block. It's silk instead of the rough foam. And for better immobilization the collar goes clear down to the middle of my chest. I now have a collection of collars if you would like to borrow one! Today the depression seems to be setting in. I feel very useless, depend on everyone to help me, and bored. I hate relying on someone to do everything.....sit me up, lay me down, shower me, food, pick up my tampon i dropped, u name it I need help with it. Michael expresses to me very well that he loves doing all these things for me and is happy that he gets to spend the time with me. Can't wait to get back to work and on my feet!
Sunday was a little on the rough side. I slept for a lot of the day which really isn't rough but i got sick which is never fun. Think of it this way....Have u ever thrown up facing forward and not being able to look down at the toilet. Ya it doesn't work so well. So i ended my conversation on the telephone and promptly yelled for michael. He helped me off the couch and then looked at the situation of me standing by the toilet. I think he realized he would be the one cleaning it if i missed so he thought quickly and grabbed a bowel. Throwing up isn't so fun when your neck already hurts. I went back to bed and that was the extent of me going down stairs.
My aunt Karen visited which was nice to see a new face instead of the ceiling. She brought me some good ol fruit to help with the wonderful constipation issue. Man i've never been constipated and hope to not ever be again. I've been taking stool softeners like they are candy and that didn't do the trick either so yesterday while we were at the pharmacy we picked up some milk of mag. That stuff is amazingly chalky but just like the bottle says produces work in 30 mins to 6 hours. The rest of sunday was uneventful!
Monday 1 week after the accident
I got a little sleep do to the fact i have this new friend called valium. I slept like a champ until it was time for sid's report. I thought i could pull myself together enough to sit through a wild animal report that she has done so good on. So my wardrobe consists of things that don't go over my head. tube top or tank top? i found a matching sweat outfit (with a tank top under neath and a zip up jacket) and pulled my hair what i could reach back into a pony tail. Daily task such as brushing your teeth are challenges that sure make things interesting. I think michael got tired of wiping the sink off so he grabbed me a cup to spit in so it was a for sure hit. The neck collar guy came again and bought me the new style of the week. A miami J collar. That's right i'm sporting the new and improved hot shit on the block. It's silk instead of the rough foam. And for better immobilization the collar goes clear down to the middle of my chest. I now have a collection of collars if you would like to borrow one! Today the depression seems to be setting in. I feel very useless, depend on everyone to help me, and bored. I hate relying on someone to do everything.....sit me up, lay me down, shower me, food, pick up my tampon i dropped, u name it I need help with it. Michael expresses to me very well that he loves doing all these things for me and is happy that he gets to spend the time with me. Can't wait to get back to work and on my feet!
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Snow accident cont
Tuesday
I woke that morning sore every where. I needed a shower badly. Michael planned every move and placed every towel with love. A simple task is nearly impossible by your self with a broken neck. He helped me every inch of the way. After i took a nap i had an appt with the nuero surgeon who would tell me what my future really would be like. Michael carefully gets me to the car and takes me to my appt. where the nuero surgeon gracefully tells me i will be in this collar a long time and that i'm lucky to be a live. He tells me he will see me in a month and then we will know how the healing went wether i can continue with my collar or have surgery. He sends me out the door with more drugs and says good luck. I continue to sleep for the next 24 hours.
Wednesday
The pain is much worse today. The neuro surgeon took me off the motrin which helped with the other aches i was having. I take my first trip down the stairs. I sit with sid and michael for a short while and do homework. Sidney brings me some flowers and a cute card before she goes to dance. Michale is by my side every minute helping with all my needs. He truly is a blessing to me. I thank God for giving him to me and allowing me to live through such an awful fall.
Thursday
I can't sleep at night and I ache all over. Michael is there every few hours with pills to give me and the lack of sleep is getting to him too. He is still so patient with me and gentle with every move. I move down stairs for most of the day and it drains me to absolute tired. I have some great friends Brandy and Trina come to visit and paint my nails and keep my mind off things. Pain pills make you constipated a new concept i haven't personally had to deal with. not something i wanted on my to do list. Deal with that tomorrow! I'm hoping i can get some sleep tonight cause i'm beat
Friday
Still no sleep! Michael is drained he is keeping up with me and sid like a champ. He is making sure i eat so i don't get a belly ache with my pills and doing a wild animal project with sid. he really is the best thing in this world. Michael helps me take a bath thinking that will help my muscle and maybe i can take a nap after. I'm scared of falling....Ice, stairs, wet floor..anything! I've never feared much in my life but falling is on the top of the list right now.
Saturday
I finally got some sleep. Michael broght me a handy benadryl last night. We have had many visitors and phone calls. Which have been very helpful. I've been in bed most of today working on the computer trying to figure out how to blog. I did take my first adventure out that i can remember really. It wasn't the funest but it was need, a trip to the pharmacy for more drugs. My mom came for a short visit today. I played a video game with michael and watched a little TV. Watching TV is even difficult. I'm ready for bed and michael will be by my side every 2-4 hours helping me turn and giving me what i need.
I woke that morning sore every where. I needed a shower badly. Michael planned every move and placed every towel with love. A simple task is nearly impossible by your self with a broken neck. He helped me every inch of the way. After i took a nap i had an appt with the nuero surgeon who would tell me what my future really would be like. Michael carefully gets me to the car and takes me to my appt. where the nuero surgeon gracefully tells me i will be in this collar a long time and that i'm lucky to be a live. He tells me he will see me in a month and then we will know how the healing went wether i can continue with my collar or have surgery. He sends me out the door with more drugs and says good luck. I continue to sleep for the next 24 hours.
Wednesday
The pain is much worse today. The neuro surgeon took me off the motrin which helped with the other aches i was having. I take my first trip down the stairs. I sit with sid and michael for a short while and do homework. Sidney brings me some flowers and a cute card before she goes to dance. Michale is by my side every minute helping with all my needs. He truly is a blessing to me. I thank God for giving him to me and allowing me to live through such an awful fall.
Thursday
I can't sleep at night and I ache all over. Michael is there every few hours with pills to give me and the lack of sleep is getting to him too. He is still so patient with me and gentle with every move. I move down stairs for most of the day and it drains me to absolute tired. I have some great friends Brandy and Trina come to visit and paint my nails and keep my mind off things. Pain pills make you constipated a new concept i haven't personally had to deal with. not something i wanted on my to do list. Deal with that tomorrow! I'm hoping i can get some sleep tonight cause i'm beat
Friday
Still no sleep! Michael is drained he is keeping up with me and sid like a champ. He is making sure i eat so i don't get a belly ache with my pills and doing a wild animal project with sid. he really is the best thing in this world. Michael helps me take a bath thinking that will help my muscle and maybe i can take a nap after. I'm scared of falling....Ice, stairs, wet floor..anything! I've never feared much in my life but falling is on the top of the list right now.
Saturday
I finally got some sleep. Michael broght me a handy benadryl last night. We have had many visitors and phone calls. Which have been very helpful. I've been in bed most of today working on the computer trying to figure out how to blog. I did take my first adventure out that i can remember really. It wasn't the funest but it was need, a trip to the pharmacy for more drugs. My mom came for a short visit today. I played a video game with michael and watched a little TV. Watching TV is even difficult. I'm ready for bed and michael will be by my side every 2-4 hours helping me turn and giving me what i need.
Snow accident
Monday
We were all so excited for another fun day in the snow!
Arriving at my dad's house in the afternoon he was there to unload the snowmobile,
I told him we would be fine just sledding if he could blow more tubes up for us.
He blew tubes up, made us a camp fire, and made sure we were cozy on the mountain side.
Me and the kids tested out the hill we normally ride. It was ok but we told Michael we should venture over to the largest hill.
He agreed after testing out our usual hill. We walked to the other side of the gravel pit.
On our long walk Michael asked if we want to stop at the shorter hill and I of course said nope going large, baby!
Once we were there we took a few pictures and then we sent Michael down first.
He went down making it look so easy. I adjusted my coat and told Michael I'm coming down!
He told me to hold on so i grabbed a hold and down i went.
I was going down at very high speed when my tube spun around so i was going backwards.
I sat forward to try and equal out the weight and the next thing i know i'm doing rolling across the ground.
Michael came over to see if i was ok and i told him just to let me lay there and i'll get up in a minute. I told him to yell up at the girls not to come down.
I began to spit blood out of my mouth. I had bit the side of my tongue.
I told Michael to help me up. I directed him in holding my head and counting to 3.
All i could do was scream. He put me back down and pack me a little bed in the snow.
He walked to the Hummer to see if he could drive it around the gate. He's not familiar with the area so he called my dad to come help. It seemed liked forever when dad showed up.
He rummaged around in his truck realizing things were a little more serious then he thought. I called for them just to get me up. So with both of them holding they tried once more. I cried in pain. It felt like my head was no longer attached to my body.
I haven't heard such fear in my father's voice when he commanded they lay me back down. He immediately dialed 911. All i could say to them was i refuse the damn ambulance. My dad instructed the operator to the approximate address and my age (which he got wrong but good try dad). He stated that i was a nurse and knew what to do. AH he's right, I am a nurse. My evaluation of my self is my neck is sore. I can move my legs and arms and i didn't loose conscious. Dad drove to the gated fence and waited for the first responders. While he waited he broke the gate open so they could drive through. Then it was a race to the finish line between dad and the first responder truck. They pulled up and started checking me over. Not to mention they were Honeyville's finest! My uncle Richie! Lord help me know. LOL. They did a quick assessment and then started putting on my neck brace. They wanted to put me on the backboard and i told them again i didn't want the ambulance. They helped me stand up which was very painful. I stood for a second and then the help me walk one step at a time to dad's truck. Each step in the snow hurt as i would sink down into the snow. It was a struggle climbing into dad's truck but i managed to sit as comfortable as possible.
As he climbed into the driver side he said "Ashley, I've got to go fast and jerky through here or we aren't getting out!" We made it out of the gravel pit and down the road we went to the ER. We hit a few rough spots in the road and all i could do was cry and scream. I could see the railroad tracks coming and dad said I'll turn around right now and get the back board....I yelled just go just go. And over the railroad tracks we went.
I don't think i've seen dad drive that fast ever. We arrive at the ER and dad wants to carry me in. I felt more comfortable slidding out of the truck and into a wheel chair. I role into the Brigham hospital (still fully dressed for snow fun) where i use to work for 3 years. I get the rath of 3 people asking why i didn't take the ambulance. These people are forgetting that is very expensive ride! They inform me that there are no beds but the nurse does an evaluation and the doctor orders a CT of my neck. The nurse wants to make sure i'm not pregnant so i now need to get a urine sample. Ok now i have about three layers of clothing on and i now need a urine sample, great. Michael helps pull off my snowboard boots and about a layer of clothing. I get my urine sample and then they take me to CT where i have to lay on a hard table which getting up and laying down isn't fun. She helps me back to a room in the ER. The doctor proceeds to tell me that in most situations the patient will have sore muscle so we'll send u home with muscle relaxers, pain pills, and motrin and also to remove the collar as soon as possible. He leaves the room and shortly enters again and with a straight face tells me-You have a broken neck! He tells me i will be transported to ogden regional by ambulance and do not remove the collar. And I can't refuse the ambulance this time. I realized this was much more serious! At that point i started to cry realizing I'm lucky to have my life. They put an IV in and finally gave me drugs. A few family and friends filtered in to say goodbye. I remember the fear on Sid's face and the tears start to roll. Michael reassured her and they all watched as i was loaded into the ambulance.
Arriving at ogden regional they had me on oxygen because the diluad sent me sats in the low 80's. The doctor the proceeded to give me more drugs and wanted to do more test. A MRI and an angio of the spinal cord and blood vessels around my break. While I was gone the doctor told my family i was very lucky for the fact that the normal C-2 break is either instant death which is why it's called the hang mans fracture or a quadriplegic. Once the MRI came back he told us the test came back all very positive and i had the choice to go home or stay the night. My choice of my own bed was taken so he sent prescriptions and lots of instructions home with us. Michael, dad, and linda got me home and settled. My loving Michael was up every 2-4 hours rolling me or giving me pills. He was the best nurse i could have asked for. He truly is the love of my life and i couldn't do it with out him.
We were all so excited for another fun day in the snow!
Arriving at my dad's house in the afternoon he was there to unload the snowmobile,
I told him we would be fine just sledding if he could blow more tubes up for us.
He blew tubes up, made us a camp fire, and made sure we were cozy on the mountain side.
Me and the kids tested out the hill we normally ride. It was ok but we told Michael we should venture over to the largest hill.
He agreed after testing out our usual hill. We walked to the other side of the gravel pit.
On our long walk Michael asked if we want to stop at the shorter hill and I of course said nope going large, baby!
Once we were there we took a few pictures and then we sent Michael down first.
He went down making it look so easy. I adjusted my coat and told Michael I'm coming down!
He told me to hold on so i grabbed a hold and down i went.
I was going down at very high speed when my tube spun around so i was going backwards.
I sat forward to try and equal out the weight and the next thing i know i'm doing rolling across the ground.
Michael came over to see if i was ok and i told him just to let me lay there and i'll get up in a minute. I told him to yell up at the girls not to come down.
I began to spit blood out of my mouth. I had bit the side of my tongue.
I told Michael to help me up. I directed him in holding my head and counting to 3.
All i could do was scream. He put me back down and pack me a little bed in the snow.
He walked to the Hummer to see if he could drive it around the gate. He's not familiar with the area so he called my dad to come help. It seemed liked forever when dad showed up.
He rummaged around in his truck realizing things were a little more serious then he thought. I called for them just to get me up. So with both of them holding they tried once more. I cried in pain. It felt like my head was no longer attached to my body.
I haven't heard such fear in my father's voice when he commanded they lay me back down. He immediately dialed 911. All i could say to them was i refuse the damn ambulance. My dad instructed the operator to the approximate address and my age (which he got wrong but good try dad). He stated that i was a nurse and knew what to do. AH he's right, I am a nurse. My evaluation of my self is my neck is sore. I can move my legs and arms and i didn't loose conscious. Dad drove to the gated fence and waited for the first responders. While he waited he broke the gate open so they could drive through. Then it was a race to the finish line between dad and the first responder truck. They pulled up and started checking me over. Not to mention they were Honeyville's finest! My uncle Richie! Lord help me know. LOL. They did a quick assessment and then started putting on my neck brace. They wanted to put me on the backboard and i told them again i didn't want the ambulance. They helped me stand up which was very painful. I stood for a second and then the help me walk one step at a time to dad's truck. Each step in the snow hurt as i would sink down into the snow. It was a struggle climbing into dad's truck but i managed to sit as comfortable as possible.
As he climbed into the driver side he said "Ashley, I've got to go fast and jerky through here or we aren't getting out!" We made it out of the gravel pit and down the road we went to the ER. We hit a few rough spots in the road and all i could do was cry and scream. I could see the railroad tracks coming and dad said I'll turn around right now and get the back board....I yelled just go just go. And over the railroad tracks we went.
I don't think i've seen dad drive that fast ever. We arrive at the ER and dad wants to carry me in. I felt more comfortable slidding out of the truck and into a wheel chair. I role into the Brigham hospital (still fully dressed for snow fun) where i use to work for 3 years. I get the rath of 3 people asking why i didn't take the ambulance. These people are forgetting that is very expensive ride! They inform me that there are no beds but the nurse does an evaluation and the doctor orders a CT of my neck. The nurse wants to make sure i'm not pregnant so i now need to get a urine sample. Ok now i have about three layers of clothing on and i now need a urine sample, great. Michael helps pull off my snowboard boots and about a layer of clothing. I get my urine sample and then they take me to CT where i have to lay on a hard table which getting up and laying down isn't fun. She helps me back to a room in the ER. The doctor proceeds to tell me that in most situations the patient will have sore muscle so we'll send u home with muscle relaxers, pain pills, and motrin and also to remove the collar as soon as possible. He leaves the room and shortly enters again and with a straight face tells me-You have a broken neck! He tells me i will be transported to ogden regional by ambulance and do not remove the collar. And I can't refuse the ambulance this time. I realized this was much more serious! At that point i started to cry realizing I'm lucky to have my life. They put an IV in and finally gave me drugs. A few family and friends filtered in to say goodbye. I remember the fear on Sid's face and the tears start to roll. Michael reassured her and they all watched as i was loaded into the ambulance.
Arriving at ogden regional they had me on oxygen because the diluad sent me sats in the low 80's. The doctor the proceeded to give me more drugs and wanted to do more test. A MRI and an angio of the spinal cord and blood vessels around my break. While I was gone the doctor told my family i was very lucky for the fact that the normal C-2 break is either instant death which is why it's called the hang mans fracture or a quadriplegic. Once the MRI came back he told us the test came back all very positive and i had the choice to go home or stay the night. My choice of my own bed was taken so he sent prescriptions and lots of instructions home with us. Michael, dad, and linda got me home and settled. My loving Michael was up every 2-4 hours rolling me or giving me pills. He was the best nurse i could have asked for. He truly is the love of my life and i couldn't do it with out him.
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