OK so there I am lying on the ground, no blood but a distinct grinding noise coming from my right leg.
Given I had zero chance of climbing BACK into the truck cabin on thing was certain…I needed an ambulance. Luckily Benalla was only over the Freeway overpass so hubby rang with confidence an ambulance would arrive shortly. He was wrong!
Hubby made me comfortable by putting a blanket over me and a pillow under my head while I rambled about things like “I have paid for our Ambulance Subscription” ”Oh know we are supposed to go on holidays next week” ”How’s the dog” all in between little sobs as I was trying really hard to be brave.
The pain continued to increase which to me was a good sign, I could move my ankle and wriggle my toes but I couldn’t move my leg and OMG my knee hurt! I wanted to take my shoe off but hubby wouldn’t do it (given we both have seniors first aid certificates this was a good call)
25 minutes later I was kinda concern about the ambulance still not arriving…I was craving that little green tube they give you to suck on…I knew it would be the answer to all my prayers which was currently completely focused on getting drugs to kill the pain.
After 30 minutes my ramblings turned into hatred for the Ambulance service….didn’t they know I was in pain? Where were they? I can’t even hear sirens and surely I deserve sirens!
After 40 minutes and me now calling Ambulances MoFo’s (work that one out) my husband decided it would be a great idea to call them to find out where they were. Will on hold the Ambulance FINALLY turned up….quickly I grabbed the little green tube of heaven and inhaled…deeply. The rest is kind of a blur….I vaguely remember them cutting the bottom leg of my pants off (damn I loved those pants!) and being bundled onto a stretcher and into the ambulance…they stuck cotton buds with something wonderful up my nose and I drifted…..on my way to Wangaratta Hospital.
That was the noise I remember in my head back on the 11th August 2011 when I slipped and fell out of my husband’s mack truck. The last voice I heard was my husband saying “Hang on I will come around and help you out” Damn, I wish I wasn’t so independent sometimes!
Really, it was my own fault and those funny things we call coincidences that aligned the planets for this to happen.
First off hubby called and said “I am coming through and have to drop a trailer off near Benalla, do you want to come?”
I looked at the clock and noted I had about 30 minutes before I finished work and also guiltily released I hadn’t been “riding shotgun” with him in the truck for a very long time. So I said sure and can the dog come too?
40 minutes later we were all sitting happily in the truck on our way an hour from that we arrived at our destination. In my attempt to get out in my own defense I was concentrating on the dog. It’s a 15ft drop from the cabin of the truck and I didn’t want her jumping out like she does from the car…also I had my handbag which is a must have in any truck if you are a woman but in the end I was just thinking of everything except where my right foot was going next.
Basically I dropped 15ft and landed straight legged on my right leg, I heard that bone crunching noise I will never forget and a million thoughts went through my head….My hip? Ankle? Tibia? Fibia? I just knew something was broken. I screamed to my husband “I’ve broken something! Get the dog!”
At that point I didn’t realise that my life as I knew it then was going to dramatically change.
I haven’t blogged for a while, mainly because I was in an accident and was seriously hurt. It’s taken a while to recover but I am recovering. So I thought I would change the focus of this blog and chat about my experiences during my recovery. Some good but lots of it bad and even more of it funny I hope you enjoy reading the chapter as they unfold.