Ryan was driving on Christmas Eve, Finn was behind him, & Colum & I were on the passenger side. We were hit head on, but I'm guessing it was at a slight angle because the drivers side of our car was unrecognizable. You would assume that the driver didn't survive. I was taken out of the car 2nd, Finn 3rd, & it actually took them 2 hours to cut Ryan out of the car. In the pictures I've seen of our Subaru Outback, the outside where colum was sitting looks almost untouched & where I was sitting not too bad. Yet, we received the worst of the injuries.
I have a lot of internal injuries caused by my seatbelt & the high impact (obviously, I'm still glad I was wearing a seatbelt though). My digestive system was basically paralyzed & On the 2nd or 3rd day I was here they put a tube (nasal gastric) down my nose to my stomach (not fun) to drain all the stomach acid etc that has built up. The tube went into a plastic container, and over about a 5 day period it drained at least a liter or 2 of mossy green fluid (this was during my very foggy days). I couldn't eat or drink while that tube was in. & it was convenient because I was in & out of surgeries & you can't eat or drink 12 hours before. I had absolutely no appetite but I was dying of thirst. I love water! I don't really drink soda, I always prefer water. Pain meds give you cotton mouth. They do give u sponges that have some gross synthetic sweetener taste attached to sticks, that u can dip in ice water & use to wet the inside of your mouth... But it's just not the same. They give you fluids via IV, but I was still dying from thirst.
One of the most uncomfortable things I've had the pleasure of experiencing from the internal damage is being bloated. My stomach sticks out as far as it did when I was 9 months pregnant, & I feel like I did when I was days away from delivering. It feels like I've eaten 1-10 Thanksgiving dinners on top of that depending on the day. When I'm not on NPO (no food or water) and I can actually eat, I can only eat a few bites of my meal because there is literally no room in my body... & I usually pay with additional bloat from eating those couple bites for a few hours. It's something I'm still struggling with & I hope it resides soon.
I believe when I got here I went to the ER, then the OR, then ICU, back & forth between OR & ICU, then the orthopedic trauma unit. Ryan and I were able to be in the same room on the ortho trauma floor. It was nice to wake up & cry in the middle of the night & look over & have him right next to me. Ryan was granted weight baring on 1 of his legs & was ready for rehab! The hospital said our insurance felt bad for us & approved for me to go to rehab also. So downstairs we went. In rehab you get dressed in the mornings, & they have showers (I still haven't been approved,just sponge baths... sigh). They put you on a schedule & in my case I get to get in my jazzy which is so wonderful to get out of bed & feel the wind on my face as I cruise the halls.
A few days into being in rehab we had friends visiting. Out of nowhere I started feeling really light-headed. The aid came in & routinely took my vitals. I had a fever of 103 & my heart was racing at 130. I was told they were concerned because my white blood cell count was 20 the day before & jumped to 40 that day, (normal is 5-10, if u get an infection it usually jumps to 12). We have a good friend that is a Dr & she said she had never heard of somebody who had a white blood cell count of 40 before. My bloated stomach (I call it my baby, my gremlin baby) felt like I was 10 months pregnant + 10 thanksgiving dinners consumed. That night my fever jumped to 105, I told them to take out my PICC because my heart was racing & that was everybody's assumption for the cause of this mysterious infection. They drew blood from the PICC to test it for cultures. It takes about 3 days to identify the bacteria & how to treat it. I lied there with my parents & Ryan that night thinking & feeling like I was going to die.
After 2 days of waiting for the results, my heart still racing, fever 105, 15 months pregnant, they told me I was getting CT scan. I was told to drink a liter of special & very nasty drink prior but was only able to drink half because there was absolutely no room in my body. My transporter came to take me to the ice cold CT room, almost unbearable with a fever. I was delighted to see that my team of trauma Drs were already there eager to see the results. After the scan was finished I could see the head trauma Dr(Dr Morris) through the glass window looking at my images. I could tell by his facial expression that they had found the cause of my infection.
To b continued....