Broken Bones Part I

 WEDNESDAY 13TH SEPTEMBER 2023. 19:00

Hello, my dear reader. I hope that you are having a wonderful day! Welcome again to my blog! Make yourself comfortable because it will be a long story! 👀😬

For many people, December is their favorite month of the year because it brings them the best memories they have lived with their family or friends. December is a month when people can spend time with their family, hang out with their friends, take a break from college or work, or visit the tourist places of our country. Especially, when you are a kid, December can become one of your favorite seasons of the year since it means eating "Panes con Pollo, dancing, singing, playing with your cousins, or bursting fireworks. 

Let me tell you that December 2013 has been one of the worst moments that I have lived in my life. Everything was going okay, I was just a kid and a kid is supposed to enjoy season Eve. Right? 😣 It was December 24th, 2013 in the morning and everything was normal. I was having a great time and I was really excited because my parents had told me that in the afternoon we were going to visit our grandma. I suddenly thought that it meant that I was going to have fun playing with my cousins. After arriving at our grandma's house, everything was going wonderfully until one of my cousins asked me if I wanted to burst fireworks with her and I said "Yes". My cousin was waiting for me to follow her to the place where we were supposed to burst the fireworks. Then, of nothing, everything turned dark, apparently I had lost consciousness and when I woke up I realized that I was in the emergency area in the C's hospital. Believe me, I do not remember what happened to me. I was scared and disoriented, and I wondered what I was doing, at night, on December 24th in the hospital. But what happened? 😰 Well, I fell down in a septic tank that my grandparents were constructing in their house, so when I was going to set off the fireworks with my cousin, I didn't realize that there was a hole right where I was passing. This hole had a depth of around five or six meters and it was not covered, so it means that this accident could have happened to anyone who came to the house. You may wonder why no one told me that a septic tank was being built or why no one covered that hole with something to prevent an accident. Well, I do not know. It is a question that I have wondered about for many years and from which I will never get an answer. 

Going back to when I arrived at the hospital, guess what? The worst thing you can imagine happened. 😓 There were no specialists at the emergency department as it was the holiday season (yes, bad idea to have an accident during these days 😖), so I did not receive any treatment and yes, the general doctors only gave some painkillers as if it was all that I needed or as if painkillers were the solution for everything. Since there wasn't an orthopedic surgeon (doctor in charge of treating, healing, and diagnosing injuries or diseases related to the musculoskeletal system including bones, ligaments, tendons, nerves, cartilages, etc.) in this hospital, they gave a medical referral to the R Hospital. There, it was even worse because the doctors just told me that I had a knee sprain and that it wasn't something to be worried about. I know it wasn't the best diagnosis (I guess they were drunk or something. Just kidding! 😂 Or maybe yes. I don't know. hahaha 😅) Literally, I spent a whole week hospitalized for a simple knee sprain (according to the doctor from the R hospital. Yes, it is supposed that they are the best ones in the country) and after that, I came back home with some painkillers.   

So, what was the correct diagnosis? I didn't find out until a year later. Yep, I spent a whole year without receiving any medical treatment. For a whole year, I wore crutches because I wasn't able to walk. Wait, are you kidding? No, I am not kidding. 😭 You may wonder why. 😲 Well, because some of the doctors I called on told me that everything was okay, that it was me who didn't want to walk. They treated me as if I had some sort of mental or emotional trauma that didn't allow me to recover and others told me that they had to put orthopedic plates (something that I absolutely didn't need) on me to fix my foot. Yes, you are right, what about X-rays? Didn't you get some X-rays done? Didn't they show any fracture? I do not know because doctors just told me that everything was okay and that I didn't have anything serious, so I believed them. I simply resigned myself to the pain and the idea that I would never walk again...  

The story does not end here. I told you that it was going to be a long story.  If you want to know how this goes, read my next post. I will leave you in suspense!😎 

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