New View~

 The saga continues - Part 2

I don't remember much about my short stay at the Shenandoah Medical Center.  I was given anti-nausea & a pain med during the ambulance trip.  It didn't take us long to arrive.  I do remember a very caring nurse who had been in the profession for 40 years.  She kept me occupied with conversation while the Doctor's decided I would be transferred to UNMC in Omaha.  Butch arrived out of nowhere!  It seemed not long at all since he'd kissed me goodbye as I was loaded into the ambulance.

The youngest member of the ambulance team was heading to Colorado to be a medic on the firefighting lines.  I gave him tips on the best places to visit while he's there.  

May 3rd, 10 p.m. 

The nurses gave Butch the address & directions to where I was being taken.  He followed the ambulance as it left Shenandoah.  He said that didn't last long through, when they blew through the first of the stop lights siren blaring!

I remember even less about my arrival at UNMC's emergency. Butch again, was there & I trusted he'd stick with me until we knew what was going on.  I was eventually transferred to a room on the 5th, Trama floor in the Clarkson Building.  

My room, Monday May 4th~

Butch stayed long enough to see me settled into a room & hear the report from the Doctors.  I had sustained a Tibial/Fibula fracture of my right leg.  They would wait until morning to do surgery.  It was a busy night; I've been through this often enough to know it's hard to rest in a hospital.

View from my room~

Butch was back early Monday morning, he accompanied me to pre-op.  I met the surgeon who would do the operation & several of the interns who would be assisting.  The surgeon asked how the accident happened & when I said the key words bike & gravel, he pantomimed putting his hand over my mount, pointed at himself & held up two fingers.  Obviously, I was in good company when it comes to that mix of circumstances.

I was offered a surgical nerve block, that would alleviate the level of pain for 24-48 hours.  I was convinced & in retrospect - wish I hadn't been.  Having the block was about as unpleasant experience with long needles I could have ever imagined.  The Doctor's used an ultrasound & MRI to place the medication exactly in my thigh.  Thankfully it didn't take long & soon the anesthesiologist had me asleep. 

I woke in recovery & that's pretty much a blur.  I was told that the repair had not been done.  Instead, the Doctor preformed a fasciotomy to relieve the internal pressure caused by Compartment Syndrome.  That was a real blow.  I couldn't believe my bad luck in having it happen twice...  My leg left open with a pump for two days before a second surgery could be scheduled.  I decided going through the nerve block was worth the pain relieve it provided - once it started wearing off.

Wednesday was a really bad day.  I was told if the swelling wasn't down, they would not do the surgery on Thursday.  I prayed all day the surgery would happen as scheduled.  Thankfully, I was taken down to pre-op again by 8 a.m.  Butch was again at my side.  This day I was to have a different surgeon.  She came to introduce herself & I felt instantly at ease with her level of professionalism.  I was relieved to know I would not be getting another nerve block.  Surgery started at 8:21 a.m. they were closing by 10 a.m.  I was in recovery by 11 a.m. & back to my room shortly after. 

I can't say enough about the nursing staff!  It was unusual to have the same nurse for more than one shift.  Even so, I like to think I could call any of them my friends.  I'm of a generation that still has difficulty with male nurses, but I had two of the finest, kindest anyone could wish for.  One of the female nurses I appreciated the most, was Staci.  She was with me prior to my second surgery & when I asked if she would be there afterward, she replied she would.  She was - she'd stayed after her shift to keep her promise to me.  All of these professionals were very young.  I was told the average age of the nursing staff on the floor was mid-20's.  

From the beginning, I had Butch write on my white board I was going HOME on Mother's Day!  I met my goal!  It was close, but I was determined & again my prior experience helped!  Getting into the Bronco was tricky, but Butch got it done.  I can't say how good it was to be home!  Now, it's time for recovery & that always seems to take forever~

The Littlest Hero~

Another saga - Part I

Butch arrived home early afternoon the first of May!  The weather was perfect.  We had planned & were looking forward to a busy & fun four days of home time.

Home!

The following night, we had tickets to the Blue Rose PRCA Charity Rodeo at the Sarpy County Fairgrounds.  We always enjoy a rodeo, but to be honest, the arena was very small & grandstand seating the most crowded & uncomfortable we've seen.  We left a few minutes early to get ahead of the traffic.

Ready to leave from Imogene!

Sunday, Butch loaded our bikes & Finn's cart.  Our plan was to ride from Imogene to Shenandoah & stop for frozen yogurt at Kats Koolerz before heading back.  We'd made this ride in April of 24.  Finn surprised us by jumping right in his cart!  He was ready to ride!

Walnut Creek - upstream~

The creeks had more water flowing than we'd expected.  It was such a beautiful spring afternoon.  The leaves were still opening on the trees & the smell of wild plum blooms filled the air.  Finn had been standing up, then sat facing forward most of the way.  Every so often he always looks back to be sure I'm still following.

Bridge over Walnut Creek~

Below is the second of the downed trees we had to navigate around.  Butch went first & made it under at the right side of the trail.  This section of trail was in rougher shape than we expected.  

3:21 p.m. Downed trees~

I was relieved to see when Butch & Finn made it through.  I took the photo & followed.  We hadn't gone much farther when the trail reached the intersection of 160th.  Butch was quite a way ahead of me.  He & Finn cleared the road & continued down the trail.  

The road had been freshly graveled.  As with many of our gravel road crossings, the level of the road was much higher than the trail surface.  I misjudged the depth of the gravel, was going too slow & should have been in a higher assist gear.  I wasn't...  When my rear tire started bogging down, just shy of cresting the road, I shifted.  Another mistake.  The extra power spun the rear tire out from under me, with enough force to throw me & the bike up onto the road.  

I lost control of the bike & started falling to my right.  My right knee was at the top of the pedal rotation & took the blunt of the fall.  I heard the bones snap as I hit.  When I tried to move my leg, the feeling was all too familiarly sickening.  Thankfully, I'd fallen clear of the bike, it was in the middle of the road & so was I.  I tried to move, but on gravel & with nothing to use to leverage me up, it wasn't going to happen.  I couldn't reach my phone, still on the handlebars.  When Butch didn't return, I realized he had no idea I'd fallen.

Running out of options & worried I'd be run over, I yelled out his name as loud as I could.  A minute later I heard Finn barking.  It sounded a long way down the trail.  I yelled one more time as the barking continued!

Butch told me later, he had been cruising along when suddenly Finn went nuts!  He started barking his loudest ever bark!  Butch stopped & turned to see what the problem was.  That's when he realized I wasn't behind them.  As he was getting his bike & Finn's cart turned around - Finn was fighting to get out of his escape proof harness.  Next, he tore at the bottom of the zippered door at the front of his cart & leaped out!  He started running back the way they'd come - full speed!  Butch went after him.  

I was waiting, since the barking had stopped.  I knew Finn must have gotten Butch's attention.  Sure enough, a couple minutes later the two of them appeared at the road.  Never have I seen a sweeter sight!  Butch put his arms around me & lifted me to the side of the road.  Finn came running to me & laid as close to me as he could - looking up into my eyes...  He was so proud to have found me!  

3:52 p.m. My Hero's~

Butch called 911 & within a very short time we could see a dust cloud approaching fast.  It wasn't the ambulance!  A black car flew by us without even slowing down...  Crazy scary...  The next dust cloud - was the ambulance out of Shenandoah.  These guys are my human hero's!  A highly trained, compassionate team who listened to my concerns.  Incredulous I had suffered such a similar injury.  I made sure to tell them of my tendency to develop Compartmental Syndrome. 

4:05p.m. On our way~

In the meantime, another senior eBike rider had appeared & offered his assistance.  He went for his pickup truck, then returned to help Butch load my bike.  Butch rode his bike & pulled Finn back to the Bronco, where he & the good Samaritan met up.  I wish we'd thought to get his name.  He told Butch he hadn't planned to ride, but his wife told him to go.  She said; "You never know, someone might need your help."  Well - someone did & we are eternally grateful.  

I can't express how much I love our little brown dog.  He was very unhappy when Butch returned to the Bronco without me.  He spent several days of the week following with Grama Doris while Butch was with me.  My goal was to go home by Mother's Day.  Butch took the photo below just before they left to pick me up.  

Finn giving Butch "the Look" Mother's Day Morning~

Butch had planned to leave on Tue. the 12th.  Nationwide has been extremely kind & understanding.  He was told to stay home as long as it takes & let them know when he's ready to leave.  

I'm so very grateful for the village of amazing professionals who have cared for me these last weeks.  I am the luckiest woman in the world to be married to the man who took me as his wife!  The "better or worse" part is a bit lopsided!