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The Story Behind My Injury

The Story Behind My Injury

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For those of you who don’t know the story behind my injury, I have started this blog in an effort to document it, heal from it, and hopefully get others to gain an appreciation of the simple things as a result. June 22, 2016 will be a day I never forget, as it marks the start of the worst thing that has happened to me so far in life. A coworker and I decided to go on a basic hike to see a nearby waterfall before doing another longer hike at a different location. We both had never been there before and when we arrived, we weren’t sure exactly how to get to the waterfall. We found a path and talked our way along it. Eventually we heard water and knew we were close. We walked towards the sound of the water and actually ended up above it, instead of at the bottom. We started to look for ways to climb down but all I saw when I looked over the edge was a dropoff with rocks at the bottom. “Well we’re not going that way,” I laughed. I took a couple more steps in a different direction and next thing I know, I’m sliding on my back headfirst down the slope of the cliff. It’s crazy how your life really does flash before your eyes when you think you’re about to die. Working in a trauma ICU, I remember envisioning for a split second all our TBI patients. I told myself that’s how I would end up if I survived this fall. And all in probably the 5 seconds I was thinking this, my body was the calmest it’s ever been. I had accepted it. And I gazed happily into the white light that blinded my eyes. 

The next thing I remember was that I was on the ground with my stomach facing down, and my right leg crossed underneath my left. I couldn’t see. I wiped my eyes and blood covered my hands and was splattered on the rock in front of me. I felt my head, “shoot, I must of hit my head.” I then looked to my left to see my right leg completely distorted. Right away I yelled up to my coworker, “my legs broken, call 911.” It didn’t hurt yet. I went to lift my leg to straighten it out in front of me and my leg caved. I had to hold it in place with my two hands, one of which ended up with a broken wrist as well. Then the pain kicked in. I just remember screaming probably the loudest I ever have. And it was just me and my friend screaming back and forth unable to help each other, as she was standing on the cliff above me and couldn’t get down. She yelled that a helicopter was on its way to get me. Reality still hadn’t kicked in. After what seemed like 15 minutes of pure agony, two firefighters came down from the sky to get me. They started to move me and I refused to move without any pain medicine. He started an IV and gave me morphine before I was zipped up and lifted into the air. 

As I stared at the ceiling of the helicopter, I knew we would be going to the hospital I work at, as I was in our area of trauma coverage. “Where are we going?” I asked. They replied with my hospital and I laughed. “Why are you laughing?” 

“That’s where I work.”

“Oh really where?”

“The trauma ICU”

“Oh…”

I remember thinking how funny the situation was even though I was in so much pain. I rolled out of the helicopter to be greeted by our chief of trauma. Cool. I said hi and remember giving him a report of what had happened and how much medicine I had received, even though I’m pretty sure he had already heard that from the firefighters. I told him how much pain I was having and last thing I remember in the trauma bay was “give her 4 of morphine, 2 of Ativan, and get her to CT.” The rest of that day was a blur until I woke up in external fixation. 

I guess I was pretty funny while I waited for surgery. As they went to cut off my clothes I screamed “save the lulus!” and forced these poor people to struggle with taking off my shorts with my very broken leg. I also attempted to convince the anesthesiologist that it was my opposite leg that was injured until my roommate ripped the blanket off of me and showed him herself. 

I spent 5 days in external fixation and those things are no joke. You feel the nails so sharp and deep, tugging inside your bones, muscle, and skin. No amount of pain medicine worked. I feel so bad for the nurses who took care of me. I was in pain nonstop and being a nurse, I was probably their worst patient. Actually, I know I was. I was so high on pain meds I had no problem telling them that they were late on this pill, their lines were overdue to be changed, and by the way, no I’m not a self turn as you have labeled me. 

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On day 6 I went back to surgery for an ORIF with hardware placement. My arm was wrapped in a cast and the 13 stitches above my black eye were starting to look a little better. The overwhelming pain continued and I was discharged on day 8. 

Those 8 days were only the beginning for some of the worst days of my entire life that were spent at home. But what kept me going through that hospitalization was the overwhelming amount of love and support I received from my friends, family, and coworkers. You all know who you are. The friends who drove hours just to visit with me for one day. The friends who stayed the night with me in the hospital, getting up every hour to attempt to move my leg in a more comfortable position. The friends who made me feel like I was in a spa, washing my hair, massaging my legs and feet, and giving me a facial. The friends who stayed late giving me a bed bath because I didn’t trust anyone else. The coworkers that personally called pain pharmacy themselves and told them to get to my room because my pain wasn’t taken care of. And the coworkers that used their 15 minute break or lunch to come and spend time with me in my room, or sneak in supplies to make me more comfortable. You guys are amazing, you will never understand how much those little things meant to me. 

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I could go on about the course of events thus far, 7 months out. But I’ll try and wrap this up. Let’s just say it was 6 months in a wheelchair, two hematomas that came out via my incision, a third surgery for an allergic reaction to the hardware, osteomyelitis and a picc line, a nonunion of the bone and possible bone graft, and 3 allergic reactions resulting in IM benadryl and prednisone. 

As of now, I feel like I am on the upswing of things. I have started to walk on my own without the help of crutches or a walker. The possibility of a bone graft is still not out of the question but for now, I am focusing my mind on the positive and that it simply won’t be necessary 🙂

Thank you to all of you for reading and for your help and support along the way.

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10 thoughts on “The Story Behind My Injury”

  • oh Marissa I had no idea what you had gone through. I’m really glad you made it. Thank you for sharing. Hugs!!! Love you lady!

  • Marissa, we are all so sorry to hear about your difficult journey, praying for your recovery and glad to see your awesome blog. Keep it up.
    Love,
    Janet Cross Goyette & family

  • Your story is truly inspiring to stay positive and always push through no matter what life throws at you. I live in San Diego too 😉 can’t wait to watch your journey!

  • Marissa Labate the nurse who eats peanut butter from a can. You are a trooper. You are an avid hiker and this is crazy how this happened. I am so happy this blog is your inspiration. Keep writing and doing your awesome self. This is motivation for me that anything is possible to overcome. Stay strong my friend and I hope work is a great time and you always feel a sense of purpose in life. You are truly valuable person. Hugs and LOVE!!!!

  • Marissa. My heart is full of love and my eyes full of tears after stumbling upon your blog this morning. You’ve always seen the positive side of life, even in chemistry class! You’ve always been kind and generous with your smile and quick to find a reason to laugh. I’m so sad to learn of your terrible pain over the past year, and so proud to see what a wonderful nurse you’ve become. It makes me happy and warms my heart to see that this ongoing experience has not harmed at all but has increased your positivity, your love of people around you, and sense of humor. I’m praying for your full and fast recovery and I’d love to hike Torrey Pines with you someday soon.

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