JULY 15th...

Holy crap, I needed surgery. I have NEVER had surgery in my life. I think it's the thought of going under that's scared me the most. I mean, I won't be able to remember anything that happens to me. I don't want that, that's crazy! Plus. what about the pain afterwards? Won't it be excruciating? What if it's worse than the pain I already felt? How could I handle it? Oh, my mind was reeling. I know I was probably being more of a baby than an adult in the moments leading up to the surgery, but if you have ever had to experience it before I'm sure you had a moment of weakness as well.
In the doctors office, after he explained to me what needed to be done, my surgery was called an Open Reduction and Internal Fixation (ORIF) by the way, he asked when I would like to schedule it. Part of me wanted to wait a few days, but then I realized that I could potentially hurt myself further if I put it off, so I went ahead and made it for early the next morning. July 15th, 2014 at 11 am I would be in the OR having rods and screws and plates drilled into me, then I would be patched back up and left to cope with the damages. Boy, was I scared. But none the less I was up and ready by 9:15 am the next morning.
Now the surgery itself went well. The worst, and I mean the absolute WORST part of this entire experience has to be that damn ON Q Pump they gave me to stop the pain. If you guys don't know what an ON Q pump is, it is a nerve block they insert in your leg with a catheter and connect a drip that dispenses an anesthetic from this little ball you wear in a bag around your neck. It basically makes your ENTIRE leg dead from the butt cheek down for about 2 days following the surgery. Ugh, that was the worst experience of my life. I can take pain no problem, but the moment I feel that damn tingly feeling in my foot I have to shake it off. Can you imagine how much of a torture it was to feel that way through my whole freaking right leg! I swear I wanted to just rip it out of me at least a dozen times. The day it finally emptied and I was allowed to pull the catheters out I was ecstatic. But even after, it took me about 24 hours to regain all the feeling back in my leg, and the incision sites didn't hurt so bad! So now I kinda wish I wouldn't have went through with the local anesthetic but that's just my preference.
All in all, surgery wasn't so bad. The nurse I had was awesome, the drugs kicked in real quick, and I got all the ice chips in the world. I siked myself out way to much, as I expect we all do when it comes to major surgeries, but it wasn't half bad.



What I wanna know is how you guys felt about YOUR surgery. Were you scared from the beginning like me? Did you absolutely LOVE your ON Q Pump? What was your surgery even called? Or if you haven't had surgery before, how do think you would feel about it?
So excited to hear from you guys! Keep visiting back because my next post will involve my MANY trips to the ER post-op, plus the stupidest mistake a person who has just broken a bone could ever make. *sigh* I am sooo dumb sometimes, but at least it makes a good story for you guys!
Until next time(:

From the Top

To start off I'll go ahead and tell you guys about my injury. I recently broke my first bone EVER and it happened to be my ankle. One of the most painful breaks you can get, or at least my orthopedist says. I broke it exactly one week ago from today, as of 7:30 pm central time, here at my apartment complex. Actually, its pretty embarrassing how I broke it. I had just woken up, it was about 9am, and my little guy was crying on the baby monitor letting me know he needed his breakfast. So as I'm in the kitchen preparing a bottle, I realize today is my sister-in-laws wedding shower and my ride is due at 1pm so I had better hurry and get everything ready. After I fed fat-so, I go get dressed in my nice pink dress and straightened my hair, apply my make-up, and put on heels.
See guys, I never wear heels, I'm a mom who works full-time caring for elderly and hardly goes out. You can imagine how stoked I was about getting dolled up for once! Fast-forward to the wedding shower, we have a great time. The food's great, company is great, entertainment is great, and we say our congratulations and head out. After me and little man are dropped off at home I check the time. It's about 6:30 and he is almost ready to go to bed for the night so I'm trying to find ways to stall him till it's time to lay him down; then I get an idea. I could take him to go check the mail with me, he loves that! So here i am looking for my shoes so we can head downstairs to get the mail and I see my Converse. Hmm, should I wear my Converse or my heels? I never get to wear heels so I'll just throw them on real quick! Wrong...so wrong. I grab my little man, rest him on my hip, and head out the door. I get down stairs, through the parking lot, and almost across the street when my foot lands half-way into a shallow pot-hole. Well at that moment my foot went right but my body fell to the left and all I heard was a SNAP! Then I hit the ground... Little man was alright, just resting on my hip watching as if nothing happened while, for me, the pain rushed in. It was like hot aching pain, following the rhythm of my heart beat, and with each pound I winced and fumbled to rise to my feet. It was no use. I was stuck on the hot asphalt with no one in sight and my cell-phone upstairs in my apartment. As the pain got more intense I had to wait for a passer-by to come to my rescue. When a lady in a pick-up truck got out of her car I was screaming hallelujah! She called an ambulance for me, and held little man while I tried, and failed, to make myself more comfortable. When the EMT arrived, they reassured me it was just a sprain because they didn't feel anything moving, but after I got then X-Rays back from imaging, the pictures showed differently. I was told I had a Bimalleolar Fracture in my right ankle. Meaning both my tibia and fibula were broken and my foot was relatively detached from my leg. I was in need of surgery...







If you reading this blog because you can relate, enter the name of you broken bone and even how you broke it in the comments below! I would love to hear about it. That's kinda the goal of my blog, is to share experiences of all kinds that involve your broken bones! Lets hear some stories.
My next post will be about my diagnosis and surgery, plus a little post-op pain so check back soon. I have so much to tell you guys!

Cherry Poppin' Post

So hello fellow bloggers. I figured I'd introduce myself before I start telling you guys my story. My name is Sabrina, and I really haven't been that interesting until recently. I'm a college student majoring in biology in the hopes of pursing a pharmacology degree. The idea of making over 50$ an hour appeals to me more than the countless hours of math my degree requires. So here I am 4 years away from my diploma and with more motivation than ever since the arrival of my son. He is the BEST thing that has ever happened to me, and I know that's such a cliche mom thing to say, but all you moms out there can relate I'm sure. He is a 7.5 month old sack of smiles that I'm still trying to figure out how ended up on my doorstep. Now, if you can believe it, I do need a little help in maintaining this extravagant lifestyle I currently have, and who better to help me than the love of my life? My boyfriends name is Tim and he wants to be a policeman, not to thrilled about the dangerous career choice, but it's his dream, so I guess I'll be supportive. Forreal though guys, this man has what it takes, he has such a passion for the job. He's the kind of man who takes pride in the words "protect and serve," and knows the dangers of the job, yet finds it thrilling. He can remain calm in stressful situations and still have direction through it all. He is my protector and my sons role model, and honestly, I couldn't ask for a better man. Obviously I have a pretty amazing support system, between my gorgeous loving son and my compassionate man, I know I can pull through anything. And with that I guess I should tell my story...