galaxygoddess
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The first week of this whole ordeal was absolutely horrible, I kept wanting to wake up from the nightmare.
The second week was one of more annoyance and struggle.
This week it's more, "meh, where's my ice cream?"
Being in the hospital, I at first couldn't do much of anything, a constant struggle against pain, exhaustion and my piece of shit husband and his miserable family. I started on a walker but only able to go a few feet at a time, never able to get up or lay down, or even move too much without a lot of assistance. My mom has been an endless help, my brother suprised me with all of his assistance, and I was even shocked to discover an aunt I had never had any "nice" dealings with, being there to assist when needed.
After I got out of the hospital, I was taken to my mother's house and she and my brother got my house cleaned out. It was a struggle between not being able to have the range of motion I wanted, being stuck in a bed, and bit of depression. I was set up on the hidabed in my mom's living room. they put an actual matteress on it so I could be comfortable. We had to call the police to get me a protective order, he put a stop to my husband's phone calls and they put extra police patrols around my house. I still had the walker and could only make small walks. A car ride was hell.
Today, by this point, I do not need my walker to get around the house. I do need it for long distances, as well as my backbrace. It's annoying, but I don't need to damage myself further by being stubborn. My husband is STILL free as a bird and he started sending me nonstop messages. He first sent me e-mails, then when I didn't respond, he started harassing my WoW friends who wouldn't give me up. WHen that didn't work he started sending me messages on Deviantart. He has been served divorce papers I found this out because of the deviantart messages. I never responded to any of them. I contacted the police again who told me to send him one e-mail stating it was over, I am serious and that I'm under police protection. They told me to print out everything he has sent me.
The police by my house want to know WHY the police that worked my wreck have failed so miserably on this. Everyone wants to know WHY they have failed so miserably. No one will answer us. No one will explain why he wasn't at least booked on the DUI, let alone the attempt murder when we have witnesses and even my statements.
It's not fair. I'm having to suffer through all this bullshit and HIS only punishment is that I'm not there to run him drinks
Monday was my first real Dr. Appt since the accident. They showed me X-Rays of the hardware in my back and ribs. They also showed me an X-Ray of when I first went in, a picture of my severed spine. It's kind of neat, and curiosity makes me want to know exactly what all they did to me in surgery. The rest of me knows I would probably puke and have nightmares if I knew.
They told me I am not going to have physical therapy until I heal more. For now, my only therapy is "walk, walk and more walking". Until i can walk straight on my right leg (where they took the bone graph) I cannot start any kind of therapy.
As far as pain goes, my ribs are the biggest pain, but my butt is the biggest bitch
, When I lay down at night, my ribs scream in pain, and when I get up in the morning they hurt. Last night, I finally was able to get some sports bras. I have never in my life been so happy to own a bra o.0;; the reason is, it's holding my boob off of my rib, and it's HUGE relief. Last night I actually laid down without a problem since the accident. My butt is a different story. If I sit down wrong (which I have a nasty habit of) or if I walk too long, it hurts inside, but it's the damned stitches that are driving me INSANE!!!! Oh they iiiitttccchhh... and I can't scratch ;.; and they pull a lot because that area is flexible and moves around.
My back actually doesn't bother me unless I'm in a vehicle. Though it's not as painful as it used to be, I still have to have my pillow, and certain bumps in the road are painful.
All in all, I'm doing pretty darn good. I mean it could have been WAY worse.
The second week was one of more annoyance and struggle.
This week it's more, "meh, where's my ice cream?"
Being in the hospital, I at first couldn't do much of anything, a constant struggle against pain, exhaustion and my piece of shit husband and his miserable family. I started on a walker but only able to go a few feet at a time, never able to get up or lay down, or even move too much without a lot of assistance. My mom has been an endless help, my brother suprised me with all of his assistance, and I was even shocked to discover an aunt I had never had any "nice" dealings with, being there to assist when needed.
After I got out of the hospital, I was taken to my mother's house and she and my brother got my house cleaned out. It was a struggle between not being able to have the range of motion I wanted, being stuck in a bed, and bit of depression. I was set up on the hidabed in my mom's living room. they put an actual matteress on it so I could be comfortable. We had to call the police to get me a protective order, he put a stop to my husband's phone calls and they put extra police patrols around my house. I still had the walker and could only make small walks. A car ride was hell.
Today, by this point, I do not need my walker to get around the house. I do need it for long distances, as well as my backbrace. It's annoying, but I don't need to damage myself further by being stubborn. My husband is STILL free as a bird and he started sending me nonstop messages. He first sent me e-mails, then when I didn't respond, he started harassing my WoW friends who wouldn't give me up. WHen that didn't work he started sending me messages on Deviantart. He has been served divorce papers I found this out because of the deviantart messages. I never responded to any of them. I contacted the police again who told me to send him one e-mail stating it was over, I am serious and that I'm under police protection. They told me to print out everything he has sent me.
The police by my house want to know WHY the police that worked my wreck have failed so miserably on this. Everyone wants to know WHY they have failed so miserably. No one will answer us. No one will explain why he wasn't at least booked on the DUI, let alone the attempt murder when we have witnesses and even my statements.
It's not fair. I'm having to suffer through all this bullshit and HIS only punishment is that I'm not there to run him drinks
Monday was my first real Dr. Appt since the accident. They showed me X-Rays of the hardware in my back and ribs. They also showed me an X-Ray of when I first went in, a picture of my severed spine. It's kind of neat, and curiosity makes me want to know exactly what all they did to me in surgery. The rest of me knows I would probably puke and have nightmares if I knew.
They told me I am not going to have physical therapy until I heal more. For now, my only therapy is "walk, walk and more walking". Until i can walk straight on my right leg (where they took the bone graph) I cannot start any kind of therapy.
As far as pain goes, my ribs are the biggest pain, but my butt is the biggest bitch
, When I lay down at night, my ribs scream in pain, and when I get up in the morning they hurt. Last night, I finally was able to get some sports bras. I have never in my life been so happy to own a bra o.0;; the reason is, it's holding my boob off of my rib, and it's HUGE relief. Last night I actually laid down without a problem since the accident. My butt is a different story. If I sit down wrong (which I have a nasty habit of) or if I walk too long, it hurts inside, but it's the damned stitches that are driving me INSANE!!!! Oh they iiiitttccchhh... and I can't scratch ;.; and they pull a lot because that area is flexible and moves around. My back actually doesn't bother me unless I'm in a vehicle. Though it's not as painful as it used to be, I still have to have my pillow, and certain bumps in the road are painful.
All in all, I'm doing pretty darn good. I mean it could have been WAY worse.
