My dad called 911 and my mom was asking
me questions. The ambulance wasn't going to make it in time so my dad
had my uncle assist me to the car. I couldn't walk so they carried me. I
blacked out on the way to the E.R. When we got there, the security
guard refused us a wheelchair so my dad raised hell. We waited hours
until about 2am
and then we saw the doctor. The doctor, his name I will release because
of his malpractice, Dr. Vickers, saw us and took out a needle and
proceeded to poke and jab at the bottoms of my feet. When I saw him
wiping blood from my feet, I panicked and started to cry. My mom asked
him why he did what he did and his answer was "it's a precaution to see
if she's faking injury". Needless to say, he's no longer a doctor
anymore.
I was then evaluated by three doctors and then sent to
Children's Hospital of Birmingham in Birmingham, Alabama. There, I was
admitted into the ICU where I stayed for 2 weeks. I received plasma
treatments and 4 spinal taps. Children's is also the people who did my
first ACL surgery. I was discharged late November of 2007. I was
transferred, medically, to UAB Highlands where I received another ACL
surgery, corrective toe surgery, and a foot surgery that tore my tendon
from surgery #1 and required 69 stitches + a wound vac.
I went from bed
ridden, to wheelchair, to walking with 2 braces assisted, to 2 braces
unassisted, to now 1 ankle brace unassisted in 8.5 years. I went to my
senior prom with one heel, one surgical boot from the previous surgery, I
graduated high school and walked across that stage without a brace at
all, and I made it to college where I am getting my associates degree in
Child Development, I also just acquired a job at Sam's Club where I
meet wonderful people and work with the most kindest of staff who I love
working with.
I am thankful every day for my accomplishments.