I’ve had the craziest week.
As you can tell by the title, I broke my leg.
I’m sure you’re itching to know how in the WORLD I managed to break my leg in paradise…so here we go…
I’d been on the road for about 8 weeks, and as much as I love Bali, I felt like it was time to move on. I planned out the last few days with my girl Amber (shoutout to WA), and I knew it would be the perfect transition into the next chapter. Our first day in Uluwatu was cool! We had a good time chillin’ and reflecting on our last trip there- which was also INSANE…but that’s a story for another day.
The next day we had big plans. About a month ago, we bought tickets to an Xavier Rudd concert which was going to be in Uluwatu on the 30th. I hadn’t stopped talking about how excited I was for the music…and the free barbecue. Haha! What can I say. Ya girl loves to eat.
Anyway, before the concert we were going to check out the venue, chill at the beach, get sushi & friendship bracelets…yes we are 12 years old and unashamed. We hopped onto our scooters to head out around 11:30AM. As we drove down the quiet streets, I just kind of took in a deep breath and thanked God for such a blessed life. We got to the turn for Single Fin (for those of you that know the area) and proceeded to go around the curve to keep past it headed towards Padang Padang beach. That’s when it happened.
When I turned the curve, I got a little too close to the edge and hit some loose gravel. I wobbled and fell over. It hurt, but I thought I could dust myself off. It wasn’t until I tried to stand up that I realized I was really in trouble. From that point everything happened so fast. I looked up and there were people around asking what happened and trying to get help. I couldn’t really communicate much.
A Brazilian guy (shoutout to Harrison Jr.) came out of “nowhere” and sat on the ground with me. He held me and kept me talking to distract my mind. He was an angel. At one point I decided to sneak a peek at the damage. From experience, when people tell you not to look at an injury, it’s because the wounds are terrible. I think the first thing I saw was my knee. Fresh as it was, I thought I could see my bone which really freaked me out. Later the surgeon said the wound only went down to my ligaments… Just the ligaments..
At some point Harrison’s friends managed to flag down a taxi. This is where we met Noman, our driver. So the next step was to get from the ground to the taxi. It sounds easy enough considering there were several strong men around…but my leg. Even the slightest movement hurt. After I show you the X-ray, you’ll see exactly why.
There haven’t been too many situations where I felt like I physically could NOT do something…but this was one of them. The pain was crazy. So I told Amber to sing me a song. She came out with Irreplaceable (shoutout to Beyonce), and that’s how I was able to make it to the taxi…singing a classic Beyonce song and screaming between the lyrics.
The taxi ride was ok. I was still in shock and lots of pain. I wanted to cry, but I couldn’t. I held myself together while Amber held my hand and Noman held the steering wheel. We arrived to the hospital after surviving 20-30 minutes of Bali traffic. Now it was time for the hard part. In order to get the help I needed, I had to move from the taxi to the gurney. My Lord.
I cried. I screamed. I cursed. I prayed. I said I couldn’t do it. I did it anyway.
It was wild. For a second, I didn’t think I would make it… But I knew I had to. In situations like that, survival is really the only option. So yes, I got out of the taxi. It took everything within me and the help of the amazing people around me. I’ve never felt so much pain in my life.
I got my external wounds cleaned up. Then it was time for X-rays. It required some movement, which was extremely painful.. but we got it done. (Shoutout to my fineass doctor.)
So it turned out that I had a broken leg! (Technically it’s a fracture…but I prefer to just say I broke it. Don’t judge me.) The real kicker.. I needed surgery to fix it. Preferably within the next 24 hours. At this point, I’m like….OK. I broke my leg. I need surgery. I’m in a foreign country. What should I do?
I discussed the situation with Amber. She decided we should call her mom and get her opinion. (At the time, I didn’t want to call my mom and scare her in the middle of the night before I actually had my thoughts/information together.) Amber’s mom suggested a great hospital in Nusa Dua.
Amber hopped in the car with Noman to take care of our loose strings and luggage. I rolled into an ambulance headed to BIMC Hospital- my home for the next few days.
There was so much going through my mind on the ride over. What about the concert? The free barbecue??! My week in Malaysia. My trip to Australia. Walking. Exercising. Going on adventures… What about MY PLANS FOR LIFE? Then we hit a bump in the road and I remembered the pain in my leg. I would have to think about everything else later…
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