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By RC Kayla
Monday, August 06, 2007
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
Story article written by Rosanne Catalano about a true -life event that changed her life but enabled her to work full time at her writing & publishing.
Never could I have imagined that one day I would have chronic pain so bad that I would have to survive on pain medication. Not in a million years would I have believed that my physical lifestyle would alter so drastically. I loved to dance. I took ballet and modern dance classes. I also was an avid bowler. All that changed the day I fell down a flight of stairs on my way to my secretarial job. Now my physical activity is limited, even the slightest movement can change my day from good to bad.
It was a warm, bright and sunny morning a month after my beloved grandmother had passed away. I thought I was going to be five minutes late to work so I rushed getting ready. Just as I hit the stairs to get to my car, one of my high-heels caught on the scraggly rug my landlord had down and I literally flew out of my shoes. I didn't have a chance to grab the banister. In an effort to save myself from possible brain damage, I twisted my entire body around in mid-air to land on my left side.
I cried out to my landlord for help. I could hear the pounding of her feet walking inside her house so I know she heard the fall. I lay there waiting for what seemed to be an eternity but no help came. I prayed to the spirit of my late grandmother to give me the strength I needed to carry on.
Although my knee felt like it was broken and was throbbing painfully, I proceeded to gingerly stand up. I figured that if I was able to stand nothing must be broken. Since I was no longer wearing both high heels, I limped to my car putting pressure on the good foot, the high heeled one. I don't know how long I had been lying on the stairs and then struggling to get up, but it took me an additional 45 minutes to get to work that day.
I immediately sat down at my computer workstation rubbing my left knee vigorously once I got to work. The boss walked over to me. I told him I had just fallen down a flight of stairs and that I was in pain... His reaction was, "you can still type, can't you?"
I was so upset. I was not expecting such an uncaring response. Even if he thought I was using that as an excuse for why I was so late, that's how he showed concern for his employees?! I thought he would say to me, "Go to the emergency room to make sure it isn't broken; just in case." But nope, he walked away and came back with an empty box instead. He told me to keep my knee elevated while typing and to sit the entire day. That maybe then my knee would be okay. Although I was still in a lot of pain, I worked the entire 12-hour day because I was single then and needed the job. In hindsight, I should have driven myself to the nearest emergency room rather than going straight to work.
I finally went to an orthopedic surgeon after seven years of living on Advil for the pain. Unfortunately the Advil had begun hurting my stomach. The orthopedic surgeon had had his radiologist take MRI's of every part of my body. And this is what he said the MRI's showed him: a crushed spinal column, a pinched nerve in my left hip, two mildly bulging herniated disks in my lower back, a tear in the cartilage of my left knee and nerve damage on the whole left side of my body. But no brain damage; which is what I had been most concerned about.
I was married by this time and the surgeon told my husband and me that I was not yet a candidate for back surgery in spite of all my internal injuries. The reason was because my herniated disks were only mildly bulging. They could not repair my crushed spine until they could do back surgery. But he said to my husband and I that I was definitely a candidate for knee surgery.
When I told the surgeon I would think about the knee surgery, he warned us that my injuries "will only get worse, not better" with the passing years. He said repairing the tear in the cartilage of my knee was easy but he could not guarantee I would no longer be in pain afterward.
Even though I went through five years of physical therapy, pain management and prescription Vicodin, I told the orthopedic surgeon I could not go through with the knee or eventual back surgeries. I was scared. I was worried about the operations and how they might make the situation worse and I dreaded the thought of having even more pain because of it.
Two years ago the surgeon told me he could not continue to prescribe pain medication if I did not have the surgeries. So he took me off Vicodin and prescribed a non-addictive form of Vicodin called Tramadol. I never went back to that orthopedic surgeon.
Today I rely on Advil once more. The Tramadol pain medication ran out, so of course I began taking this over-the-counter pain reliever again. But now I only take it when absolutely necessary for the pain; I do not want to mess my stomach up again.
The fall was a blessing in disguise though. For years I had spoken of my dream to become a full-time writer. The fall down stairs enabled me to write full-time because I could no longer work as a secretary. You have to be able to constantly get up and down from your desk as a secretary, and I must sit as much as possible. Sometimes I mourn the fact that I can no longer dance to my heart's content or bowl in a league as I once did. But the trade-off is that I no longer work at a secretarial job I hate. I am now a published writer and publisher of my own internet-based magazine and most importantly I am working in a career that I love.
I know that eventually I will have to go for the back and knee surgeries. But first I must fully overcome my fear that the doctor will make it worse rather than better. In the meantime, I do what I can on my good days, rest on my bad days, and take only two Advil for the pain when it's truly unbearable. Thank you, Father and Jesus, for more good days than bad.
Copyright June 2007 Rosanne Catalano.
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|Reviewed by RC Kayla
Thank you Karen!
Although I wish I had not had to write that story. It does feel good though that I've written what happened down.
The Cat's Meow for Writers & Readers Ezine
Mirrored Images (2007); www.rosannecatalano.net
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Great story; well done, Rosanne! :)|