I walked out of my building on the morning of Friday, February 17th on the way to my dentist appointment. I turned to the right to go to the main road that leads toward my dentist’s office. It is a much steeper hill on this end of town, so I decided to take the lower, easier route. I turned to walk back down the stairs, but miscalculated and missed the bottom step, falling, as I screamed in pain hearing a distinct “crack”. Three neighbours and two men passing by stopped to help me. Assessing that I needed medical attention, they made me comfortable with ice packs, cushions, and assisted me into the backseat of the neighbour’s car to take me for x-rays. Clearly the results showed I needed medical care, so they put me back into the vehicle to take me to the medical clinic where they provided pain management for the evening and suggested I find a surgeon to perform surgery the next day. I was then transported by ambulance to the surgical clinic where they operated on the multiple fractures and dislocation of my ankle, as well as installing a steel plate for the multiple breaks in my fibula. Prior to the surgery, I spoke with the anesthesiologist about my prior experiences during surgery and explained that I woke up in the middle of my knee surgery a few years earlier. She said not to worry. However, during surgery, I woke up to the same vision of the blue surgical screen and the smiling face of the beautiful friendly anesthesiologist. I recall having a pleasant, if not short, conversation in Spanish with her and then went back to sleep. Could this again have been only in my mind? Either way, I’m impressed with myself for having sufficient Spanish vocabulary to hold a conversation, even if it is just all in my head!
Not having sufficient funds to pay for the surgery, I asked the clinic if they would take a deposit and my passport as collateral, which they did. So, if you are so inclined, there is a GoFundMe set up with the link on Facebook to assist me with my medical expenses. I thank you in advance for you kind consideration.
The moral of the story is this: the easy route is not necessarily the best route, ask and you will receive, you are always supported in many ways. We are not broken; we need to reveal what needs to be healed within us.