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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