Whether yours seemed more serious or less intense, it was still valid.
\nYour pain is real and your story matters.<\/p>\n
Everyone has their “big, hard thing”, wether an injury or another challenge in life, it\u2019s that thing that almost broke them. It\u2019s not about whose was worse, longer, or more dramatic. It\u2019s not a competition. It\u2019s not about comparison at all but how we face this challenge and more so, how we overcome it.\u00a0<\/b><\/p>\n
The moment we stop trying to measure it against anyone else\u2019s, we can fiinally start healing.<\/b><\/p>\n
I sat alone in a dark hospital room and prayed. <\/span> Please, God. Please. Please make something good come from this.<\/span> At that point, I had no idea how bad the injury really was. I only knew the pain was so intense it made me vomit and fight the urge to pass out. I didn\u2019t have questions for the doctors or nurses. I didn\u2019t want explanations or reassurance. I had one question: <\/span>How soon can you get me into surgery?<\/span><\/p>\n Before I go any further, I want to say this clearly.<\/span> OK, back up. How did it happen?\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n On the morning of January 5, 2021, around 8:30 a.m., I left my house like I had countless mornings before. I picked up my Trenta iced coffee, black, from Starbucks and headed to a manicure appointment down a road I\u2019d driven hundreds of times.<\/span><\/p>\n In a matter of seconds, so sudden I still can\u2019t fully process it, my life changed.<\/span><\/p>\n At a green light, the car in front of me slammed on her brakes to avoid someone cutting into her lane. I slammed on mine. My foot was firmly on the brake when my car hit hers. The impact was enough to shatter the middle of my foot, though I had no idea that was even possible.<\/span><\/p>\n What I did know was pain. Immediate, debilitating pain.<\/span><\/p>\n It felt like the most violent, unbearable charley horse I\u2019d ever experienced. Like 100 cramps in the center of my foot. My toes were pointed downward, frozen in the position of braking and my midfoot felt locked in place. I didn\u2019t know it yet, but it was locked because the bones were broken.<\/span><\/p>\n I couldn\u2019t think clearly. The accident didn\u2019t look severe enough to justify an ambulance, even though the pain was close to making me black out.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n What do I do next?<\/span> The paramedics examined my foot and tried to move it. They told me to \u201cstretch it out\u201d and handed me an ice pack. I begged them not to touch it. I knew something was very wrong. I had to leave and find real help.<\/span><\/p>\n I then strategized.<\/span><\/p>\n I called my mom and my husband and assigned roles. My husband would take my car. My mom would take me to urgent care. No one understood the severity of what had happened. I didn\u2019t understand it either.<\/span><\/p>\n How could something hurt <\/span>this<\/span> much?<\/span><\/p>\n Urgent care was packed. I was brought in by wheelchair because I couldn\u2019t put any weight on my foot and as soon as I entered, they closed to new patients and was told no one could come inside with me. It was peak COVID surge from the holidays and I was told the wait would be an hour.<\/span><\/p>\n I sat there crying, praying, and calling every foot specialist I could find. I needed help <\/span>now<\/span>. After the fourth or fifth call from numbers on google someone finally said, \u201cCome in, they can see you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n When we arrived, there was no wheelchair. I still couldn\u2019t put my foot down, but shock hit me hard and I though I was going to pass out again. I remember the moment I tried to lower my foot to the ground. The pain exploded through my body. I knew instantly, I could <\/span>never<\/span> try that again. My foot couldn\u2019t even touch the floor. I hobbled, sweating, barely holding it together.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n X-rays were taken. The doctor looked at them and said, \u201cit\u2019s dislocated\u201d. Part of me felt relief knowing we were making progress. \u201cGreat,\u201d I said, gripping the table. \u201cPop it back in.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n She looked at me and said, \u201cNo. No. You need surgery.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n I couldn\u2019t process much more. It didn\u2019t make sense, but I didn\u2019t care. A surgeon would meet me at the hospital. I needed emergency surgery. The doctor told us to Google \u201cLisfranc Injury\u201d.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n We went straight to the ER.<\/span><\/p>\n And waited.<\/span><\/p>\n The hospital was overwhelmed. Post-holiday, post\u2013New Year\u2019s, peak COVID. The accident happened just before 9 a.m. It was now almost 1 p.m. No pain medication. No help. After waiting hours, I asked the front desk if I went out and layed down in the street and call 911would that get me help faster? I was told even patients arriving by ambulance were lining the hallways.<\/span><\/p>\n I waited over eight hours with multiple acute fractures across my midfoot and forefoot. Bones broken, joints displaced, my foot essentially collapsing from the inside.<\/span><\/p>\n By the time I finally received IV medication, the pain was impossible to get ahead of. I was admitted and although previously told different,vno one could stay with me. Surgery was pushed to the next day. Then the next night.<\/span><\/p>\n That night, alone in the hospital room, I prayed.<\/span><\/p>\n Please, Lord. Please use this for good. If You can bring something beautiful from this, then let it be worth it.<\/span><\/p>\n Things that are meant for harm can be turned into something good. 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\n<\/span>Not a quiet, polite prayer. A desperate one.<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>I was suffering from the worst pain I could have imagined. If I\u2019m going to suffer like this, let it mean something.<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>I understand this was not the end of the world. It was not the worst thing that could ever happen to someone, yet at that moment I couldn\u2019t catch my breath from the pain. I had not critical thinking skills and was unable to process what was happening.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>Why does it hurt this bad?<\/span>
\n<\/span>Is this real?<\/span>
\n<\/span>How can pain be this intense?<\/span>
\n<\/span>Stop asking me questions.<\/span>
\n<\/span>Can someone just help me?<\/span>
\n<\/span>Why does it hurt so bad?<\/span><\/p>\n