Sunday, December 30, 2012

this is not a bucket list item

It's about 4:40 pm, 12/24/12.

What should I do first? I'm scheduled to work from 11-7. As soon as I get home I can shower and get ready for work, then cook Christmas Eve dinner while spending time with the guys and then I can nap before my shift. Normally we let the boys open one present Christmas Eve and give them their pajamas to wear for Christmas morning. This works, because if we (I) take any pictures at least I'll be somewhat presentable in the photos.

I just need to get home and get everything done. The phone rings, I pick it up and answer it.

There's a patch of ice.

Oh shit! I swerve to correct my skid, then swerve again and that's it! The trees! I can see the trees and it's going to be right here that I die!

Suddenly everything is happening at once. It looks like my right arm has been severed at my elbow. Ouch, that hurt! Woosh! Bam! Beep.


"This is Onstar. Mrs. Scannon, are you in need of assistance?"

"I've been in a car accident. I've run offroad into some trees. I have injuries. My ankle hurts pretty bad."

"Mrs. Scannon, can you give me your location?"

I divulge my location and at this point I can hear someone running toward my car. "Are you ok?!?" "Yes, I feel like my level of conscious is slipping."

By this time someone else has arrived on scene. "Has 911 been called?" "Yes, she's on the line with Onstar right now."

The first responder has introduced himself to me. He lives on the property I've just arrived at, not so gracefully. His wife has come down the hill by now, covered me with a blanket, taken Big B's number down and is going back up to their house to make the call.

I've assessed myself as best I can while trying to remain conscious and it seems my right arm is intact with no bleeding, but my right ankle seems to be pinned at the gas pedal and the console wall. The gentlemen have sprayed the engine of my car with a fire extinguisher and I have to fight a coughing fit since the smoke from the extinguisher was so brutal. I no longer see the black swirls in front of me, but I'm still scared. My abdomen is burning so I remove my seatbelt.

"Alive?" "Yes, she's alive. We're waiting on the ambulance Onstar has called for." "Should we call 911 again?" "I did and they said and ambulance is on its way." "What is taking so long?!" "The roads are bad right now."

Big B and LB have arrived. AW is home with the animals. Once they discover I'm okay they start trying to find my essentials. My purse had somehow wedged itself into the glove compartment. My wallet isn't in it. They collect my phone, while making sure I remain okay.

Finally EMS arrives. We saw the blue lights of the deputy's cruiser first, then the ambulance and fire truck. The EMTs assess me and make an extrication plan. Nothing is ever easy with me. Being conscious they couldn't just slap the c-collar on, pivot me and slap me on the backboard. I ended up having to pivot myself out head first, onto my left leg, then onto the backboard and stretcher.

The ride to the hospital was brutal. It seemed to take forever and we must have hit every pothole in the city.

After x-rays and CT scans were done it was discovered my ankle was broken at the Talus bone and the ortho group associated with this hospital doesn't repair that fracture. They had to transfer me up to Northern VA where they do fix that bone.

Meanwhile, I had to become "bitchy patient" for a bit since the c-collar was biting into my scalp as if it had tiny little teeth. I kept having to ring the call bell. "Can I please get some pain medicine!?" At this point I hadn't even received anything for my actual injuries. Once I was cleared for c-spine, they removed the collar and I was almost pain free. Ha.

Come to find out I also have two rib fractures on my right side, the back of my left hand has a large, deep abrasion and is severely bruised, my left knee is also severely bruised, there's an abrasion on my left shin, and of course I have the obligatory seatbelt injuries by way of bruising across my right breast, upper mid-chest and across my entire abdomen.

Fast forward to Christmas Day. The guys opened presents at home and brought mine in for me to open while I was still in the ED at the 2nd hospital. It was great to see their faces and be hugged by them.

The waiting game was on again, but it wasn't too terribly long before admission and surgery orders were written. I was wheeled up to the Ortho Unit and the guys made their way back home.

I'm now in a short leg cast from my right toes up to my right knee. The Talus bone could have ended up being fixed in two surgeries, depending on my tissue status, but luckily they were able to do it in one fell swoop. I was also consulted on by the trauma surgery department for my broken ribs.

The worst part of this is LB was home on leave after his intial training in the Air Force and left Friday morning, so I wasn't able to spend too much time with him.

He left and is safely tucked away at his first base in Montana.

I'm living downstairs in AW's room since it has outside access as well as a bathroom, therefore making me not have to go upstairs until my ribs are healed.

We moved this past summer. We went from 2100 sq. ft. colonial in a suburban development to a 3000 sq. ft. log cabin tucked away in the woods not too terribly far from where we lived before. My bedroom is on the top floor. Someday I'll master the stairs and return to my little master suite. As for now, I'm surrounded by Steelers paraphernalia, a bedside commode, a walker and various essentials that help me remain as comfortable as possible.

Currently, I'm under doctors orders for non-weight bearing status on my right foot. That's why I'm using a walker. My ribs will hopefully heal well, sooner than later. My left hand is tender and gripping a walker isn't easy, but it's what I have to do right now. The other bruises are healing. I have some sort of sciatic nerve problem that was aggravated by sitting all those hours in nursing school studying, so it makes positioning a little problematic. I have about six pillows, in various different sizes and puffiness, I may be using at any one time.

I"m thankful my family and I are surrounded by the caring, generous helpful people we have in our lives. Meals are being provided. A friend is staying with us to help out. We've hired a housekeeper to come in periodically to help maintain the cleanliness of the house. Many people will be helping with the animals when Big B is working and AW is at school.

Making order out of chaos is my speciality.

I'm lucky to be alive and thankful for it!

Sunday, January 15, 2012

ouisa boudreaux

Everything was going along just fine. That is until I ran out of my levothyroxine. Had my uterus and all its paraphernalia yanked along with it back in October. Since then not a hotflash to be had or a bitchy word to expel unto any victim. Then I had to go and run out of those eensy-weensy little pills. Ever hear "nurses make the worst patients"? I do nothing to dispel that theory.

I am well on my way to being slapped like Ouisa Boudreaux.

Have no idea what in the hell I'm talking about? Well, what is your major malfunction? Youth? A penis? Live under a rock?

Ouisa Boudreaux is Shirley MacLaine's character in Steel Magnolias. If you still have no idea, may I suggest this nifty little thing called Google, and then Netflix.

Ouisa Boudreaux is grumpy. At times, she is downright bitchy, hence being slapped by one of her best friends.


I refilled my Rx of levothryroxine today in hopes of not being slapped any time soon. I really hope that these mild, little heat spells I've had recently, totaling about 2-3, and the major outrage of PMS-like bitchiness are due to my inability to stay on top of my refills and not the dreaded "m" word. Let's not get into the situational crap going on in my reality...

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

shocked to see my blog!

I was named in the top 50 blogs for student nurses to read at back in April 2011. Wow! I wish I'd have know back then. Thanks!

Monday, January 9, 2012

Saturday, January 7, 2012

needed inspiration

"I have had crippling despair at times about my job, too. Sometimes the difference between what I expected and what actually occurred blinded me from my original passion and filled me with dread and desolation as if the bright sun in my heart had extinguished. Make changes until you find yourself in the place where your passion for nursing is allowed to be expressed to the fullness of your original design. Life is too short for misery when we work so hard. Remember the organic motivation you once felt and let that guide your choices as you seek to find yourself in a place of professional fulfillment."

Sunday, January 1, 2012

for the love of the written word

Now that I've been out of nursing school for oh, about a year and a half I've finally delved back into books. This time around I'm reading strictly for pleasure. So far I've read (click on the titles for links to Amazon with reviews):

Remember Me? About Lexi, who wakes up with amnesia. Loved it!

Sounds Like Crazy This one's about a woman with DID. If you like psychology based novels, you'll like this one!

The Help Excellent and enlightening story!

Playing Dirty If you like smut novels...this one's for YOU!

Heaven is for Real: A Little Boy's Astounding Story of His Trip to Heaven and Back This story was special. It took me forever to read it. A co-worker had let me borrow the hard copy book and after delving into the world of ebooks via Kindle, via my ASUS EeePad, I decided to upload it. Then I read it, in one day. I'd love to read a version from Colton, if he were to ever write it.

In my queue:

The Lovely Bones


Water for Elephants

Moon Shell Beach

The Watson Brothers

I have a bunch of other books I've collected over time from clearance racks, or those that just sounded good to me. I think this is a good start to getting back into the written word.