Just a quick update on my health status after car accident, and then I'll move on to another post about the mostly unfortunately hilarious documentary we watched this weekend, while laid up AND due to Hurricane Isaias rain, "Class Action Park." 😂
So as mentioned previously, the CT scan of the chest, abdomen and pelvis with contrast revealed a small aortic thrombus (blood clot in the aorta), which we thought was an incidental finding; thus, my PCP referred me to a local vascular surgery group.
A few days later, after seeing my neurosurgeon, they questioned whether or not the thrombus was caused by my accident, because it directly correlated to the L1 vertebral fracture at all angles.
When I went to see the vascular surgeon - this guy being the newest at that practice and surprisingly easy to see quickly - he said that he believed it was an incidental finding caused by plaque burden and needed no treatment.
He is also the physician I mentioned previously that although very nice, had a lot of alternative medicine ideas not scientifically proven, including telling me that I could reduce my existing plaque burden back to 0% by eating a vegan diet (not scientifically proven) - but more importantly, prescribed no treatment at all for an aortic mural thrombus, which is atypical.
My neurosurgeon at Baptist Health disagrees - on both points - that the thrombus is purely incidental (and not least affected by the crash), as well as more importantly, that an aortic mural thrombus received no treatment at all regardless.
I mean, it very well may be no treatment for an aortic mural thrombus because of its size, but most literature says anticoagulants at a minimum?
And considering this guy also said I could get rid of already-existing plaque entirely with a vegan diet, his treatment - or the lack thereof - becomes suspect, at the very least. 😂
Thus, Neurosurgery referred me to a cardiothoracic surgeon and vascular surgeon at Baptist Health, who specializes in aortic diseases and disorders, and I am getting an MRI, both to tell us the approximate age of the injuries, any trauma to vessel wall tissue, as well as more about the plaque burden in the aorta (although the best way is, of course, an angiogram).
As far as legal matters, my case has been moved from pre-prelitigation to prelitigation/litigation status. This means we may need to file a lawsuit depending on their other driver's insurance settlement offer.
Although we could go after mechanical failure for the airbag not deploying properly, that could take up to a decade to resolve.
Thus, my attorney, Carl, will include in his rebuttal settlement request both the severity of the injuries - and they are in the "severe" category even without the aortic thrombus (but not catastrophic) - as well as financial/income loss (which will include not only lost wages, but tripling our financial issues with the new car we had just bought being totalled, car rental, etc.)
Otherwise, I'm healing up fairly quickly, but I have good days and bad days.
If I ride in a car or walk on uneven ground or clean my house - particularly with lots of bending and stooping - I will invariably pay for it the next day!
It's so frustrating. I keep forgetting I'm not 25 years old anymore!
Though, as mentioned, I'm really good with pain, when it starts to go on forever, I become impatient!
It's like labor - I was really great for like the first 15 hours, but the last hour I was like "Okay, I'm done, let's get 'er done. " 😂
Of course, when you're in labor, this feeling is helped along by the "transition" phase just before birth, when your hormones drop and go the wildest. This is when you see women cry or yell at people, etc., partly from exhaustion and partly from "transition" hormone drop. (I didn't yell at anyone or anything during labor, btw. )
In fact, just thinking about that a bit more, here's how my labor went - stopping the story just before she was born because I get all sappy and emotional about that part, saving that time just for me
So my water broke first, and it wasn't just a gush, it was a trickle with no pain yet. I called my OB.
Dr. V: "Go get checked out - you probably have a pinhole leak which means you're ready.
Me: "Are you sure? I'll feel so stupid if I'm not."
Doc V: "Well, you wouldn't be the first woman to be in false labor, Braxton-Hicks contractions are build-up and difficult to differentiate anyway, but a trickle isn't typical. What do you think/feel? Do you feel like you're about to go into labor and it's your water breaking?"
Me: "I kinda do."
Doc V: "In my 30 years of practice, one thing I've learned is, listen to women about their own bodies. Women's instincts usually know before there are clinical signs and we do. Trust yourself and your body."
Go Dr. V - and that was 32 years ago!
Wish more docs were like him now - and yep, btw - I sure was going into labor!
So I called Z and my little sister.
Z drove to get me in his gray Saab.
He and my little sister were nervous as cats. 😂
I was surprisingly calm for an anxiety-ridden girl. I mean, I did have 9 months to deal with it.
I remember stopping everyone before we got in the car and saying "Wait, stop - look at the sky, the sunset. I want to remember everything - even what the sky looked like."
Then we go and they would only let Z in with me.
I had no pain for the first hour or so, then my water finally fully broke like a dam busting.
I refused anything for pain, preferring distraction method.
I wanted to walk around to help distract from pain, like wander down the hall to look at the new babies in the delivery window, or go talk to family and friends outside the room, but they wouldn't let me due to risk of infection with water-breakage first, which was the belief at that time (not sure if it still is)?
(I was thinking, "Okay, some women literally plop out a baby like near a tree, while working in a field, then go back to planting fields, but y'all won't let me do anything but sit in this bed and have nothing to focus on BUT pain or eat anything but ice chips, like I'm an invalid?" - but I never said so, I just did what they told me too lol.)
There was nothing on TV late but women's volleyball, which is only entertaining to a degree, and Z was fast asleep in the chair next to me.
Doo do doo.
So I started thinking of happy places we'd go after she was born, and I went to sleep for a little while, then the contractions got closer together and became more intense.
At one point, I specifically felt/heard what felt like a ratcheting up of my cervix, with like an audible "crack, crack, CRACK" and the pain intensified rapidly.
I called the nurse to ask if everything was okay.
She said "Well, I just checked you an hour ago and you were only at 3 cm."
I said, "Can you please just check? I heard like a cracking sound and it feels like something's ratcheting up lol."
So at that time, nurses had to literally put their fingers in there to judge cervical opening distance, so no one was particularly eager to do that, but I sensed something had changed.
So she checked and sure enough, my cervix had opened from 3 to 6 cm, just like that.
It's highly unusual, but it happens - it happened with my mom, too, with us.
In fact, it famously happened with me - my head was actually crowning by the time they figured it out lol.
They asked me if I wanted anything for pain now, I said Tylenol.
More women's volleyball.
More Z snoring in the corner chair.
More of me thinking of happy things and happy places I'd take her to once she was here, until I drifted off to sleep again.
So up until the last hour, in between contractions, I'd pass out asleep between intense contractions from pure exhaustion, but when one came on, I'd grip both handles on the side of the bed and go "Okay, here we go. Let's go!" 😂
I can't explain it, but Xena, warrior princess - or my inner "Ripley" came out during labor, or really anything emergent that I have to face without choice. 😂
Most of the time, I'm afraid of my own shadow, but when that mode gets tripped, it's on!
EXCEPT - during transition.
I just started randomly crying out of nowhere and going "I can't do it, I'm done. You're just gonna have to take her out of me because I can't do it (sniff, sniff)" 😂
I can't explain it, I wasn't sad or anything - it just felt good to cry, like a release.
I had 2 nurses, one white and one black.
They both laughed and said "Um, girl, you don't have any choice! You've just reached transition, full 10 cm dilation, so your hormones are going wild, that's why you're emotional now, it's okay and normal."
White Nurse: "Okay, try lying on your side."
Eff THAT - it made everything worse, especially the back pain.
She said it was a theory she just read about, but "clearly didn't work "for me.
(Probably because since that time, it's used primarily only at the beginning of/early labor - and for later labor, ONLY for people who've had an epidural already to help pushing when numb - AND there's supposed to be a "peanut" pillow between your knees to take pressure off the back!)
Thus, trying this "new" side position near the end of labor with no epidural or a peanut pillow between my knees hurt my lower back so badly that I was thinking in my head "Eff your theory. Eff the sadistic, misogynistic, Dr. Mengele who came up with it - it's counterintuitive and goes against your center of gravity! And eff ME for being a willing guinea-pig participant in this effed-up experiment!" - but I didn't say ANY of that 😂
I was pretty shy/polite back then. I'm still polite, but the shyness has subsided over time.
Black Nurse: "You do whatever you gotta do to get through this, no judgment. Just don't hit anybody 😂. In my experience, women usually either turn it inwards and cry and blame themselves or they get all mad and lash outwards and blame at other people at transition, depending on their nature. You turn inward. And you're still so polite lol."
"The sudden crying and being scared you're not strong enough just means you're in transition. Totally normal, it's release of hormones/hormone drop. It means it's about time to push. Give it about 45 more minutes, Baby, and this will all be over, I promise."
Me: "Okay, well, can I have an epidural now, please?"
White Nurse: "Ha! Way too late for that! Come on, you've done this without anything for pain, you can do this! Most women have had 2 epidurals and are on heavy pain meds, by now, doing Lamaze like crazy! The worst you're doing is crying now, from exhaustion and hormone drop, you can do this!
Black Nurse: "Girl, you've been like Xena, Warrior Princess until now, this means you're so close! You can do this, Baby. 😂 Okay, now - like I said, it's time to push. Push now! PUSH!"
Then they turned to my daughter's father, half-asleep in the chair.
White Nurse: "Come on, Dad, get up there and encourage her, we're in the home stretch."
Z: (In a whiny, little-boy-who-just-woke-up voice): "I'm tired! I got no sleep last night."
(Keep in mind, we were 25 years old.)
White nurse puts her hands on her hips and just glares at him with a thin-lipped face.
Black Nurse: "Boy, I know you better get up out that chair and help her, you think YOU'RE tired and got no sleep? Get up 'out that chair, what's wrong with you?"
😂 😂 😂
Hehehe - never heard anyone else talk to Z like that, even his mother (who perhaps should have sometimes).
You could tell he didn't like it, but he did it, at least.
Go nurses at what was then (then) Humana Hospital! THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING!
Then he gets over the bed, takes one look at me with an oxygen mask on (her heart rate was a little too fast) and says "Wow, this is real."
Black nurse puts her arm around him/pats him on the back and says "Yeah, Baby, this is real now. And it's about to get REAL real in less than an hour when that baby gets here! You're gonna be okay. But come on, now, she needs you. THEY need you. Hold her hand, rub her back, talk to her real soft, whatever she needs."
Z grabs my hand, and not being very good at encouragement, begins to say things to me you'd say to basketball players during a game, like "Come on, Chrystal, get back in there! 😂
It was kind of cute, actually - he had no clue, but he did try at that point lol.
Poor men don't know what to do to help in general, because this is something they can't fix or control, they feel powerless already - add to that Z wasn't one for encouragement or affection anyway lol.
So for me, it was actually 2 hours of pushing because she was breech and the cord was around her neck - thus her rapid heart rate and the broken blood vessels in my face in pictures later - but Dr. Voss was a pro, he got it done with no after-effects, she was perfectly healthy - and the rest is history!
Again, that part - the best day of my life, the arrival of Baby M - is a memory reserved just for me. I get all sappy when I tell it anyway 😂