Emergency Surgery In A Foreign Country

Ok, ok. First things first.

Everyone has been commenting on how positive I’ve been through this experience.

I agree. I’ve earned a solid A+ 😂

BUT, I can’t tell this story without sharing some of the tears too. The journey, up to the point of arriving to the second hospital, had already brought up a ton of emotions.

Check out the video below to see a piece of what I’m talking about.

At this point, it was getting late into the night. I was exhausted physically, mentally, and emotionally. Crying wasn’t something I necessarily wanted to do…but it kept happening.

There was just so much on my mind. The biggest thing- gratefulness. It all could have been tragic…but I was alive and doing pretty well.

Let’s fast-forward to the next morning. It was surgery time. Oh wait… Before we go on, here’s a picture of that X-ray I promised.

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My freshly busted up tibia. 

It was time to fix this mess I made of my leg. Before I went into the operating room, I prayed and tried to get my mind relaxed. Amber’s flight home was earlier that morning, so I was alone now. Like actually by myself.

That can be scary when you consider the situation… but then I thought about it. We’re never really alone. I have God & the love and energy of everyone that has poured into my life, ALWAYS. From those that are still walking the earth to my ancestors that defied all odds and survived gloriously…making it possible for me to live such an amazing life. I found comfort in remembering that.

My nurses came to roll me down the hallway. They really were the best! Very kind and comforting, reminding me that everything would be ok. And then it was time. The last thing I remember is something being shot into my IV. It felt nice and I was knocked out in no time.

The surgery was successful. I woke up laughing from the meds, so I took that as a sign everything would be fine. Haha The team inserted a titanium plate and 16 screws after putting everything back in place.

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After sleeping for a long time.. I woke up and got to speak with the head surgeon. At this point, I was just thankful everything worked out and wondering what was next. We talked about the recovery process. Then we had to address the bigger issue- getting me HOME. The hospital staff was amazing and took great care of me, but obviously I couldn’t stay there forever…and going to a hotel or something alone in this post-surgery condition just wasn’t smart. He figured I’d be ok to fly within a few days if everything went as planned and I worked hard to get more mobile when I could.

That’s all I needed to hear. Getting home became my only goal/concern. Determined as I was, getting started on the road to recovery was much harder than I imagined it would be…

Have you ever suffered from a big injury? How did you deal with the struggles of starting over??

-Erin ❤

 


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