Originally posted by: scauffiel
I pulled this from my website so I don't have to retype it:
One warm summer day in '93 I was rappelling out of a helicopter when my rope parted and sent me plummeting fifty feet to a hard packed field. Luckily it was the first run of the day and it was "Hollywood" meaning we were slick - no gear. I was a M-60 machine gunner, had I been fully loaded I would have died. As it was I shattered both of my heels, sending bones through the bottoms of my feet; shattered both of my ankles; compound fractured both bones in my lower right leg at the boot top; I crushed two of my vertebrae (L4-L5) to half of their original thickness; broke both of my wrists and broke the end off of my right arm. One of these days I'll digitize my accident video and put it up for y'all to check out. I spent three and a half months on an open ward at Portsmouth Naval Hospital. The first two weeks in a body cast from neck to hip. The bathroom was a bedpan for two months. Recall that I was on an open ward with about 16 beds. Nice. I spent a month in a wheelchair after getting out, and another month on crutches after that. Life is pretty much non-stop therapy now. I went into the hospital at a muscular 230 pounds; coming out I weighed 179 and literally had no ass. When I stood up it just disappeared - just had a crack in the middle of my lower back - it was pretty funny looking actually. With all of that damage it's amazing that I can do anything. The VA classifies me as being 80% disabled, and it'll get worse as I get older. I learned a lot about myself while in the hospital - I learn a lot about myself as I get older/lamer. Things that I used to place a lot of importance on, really aren't so important anymore; conversely the things that I didn't used to put much thought into seem to come to the forefront now. There isn't much that I cannot do - but there are a great many things that I think twice about, am careful with, or won't do because it asks too much of a demolished body.
Some pix while originally in the hospital:
Body cast and all four limbs pinned, or somehow immobilized. Note the little control sitting on my chest - I could push that once every five minutes for another shot of morphine. I've looked better. Not much, but better.
The "External Fixator" on my right leg. I believe they used these in my case because of the open wounds on my feet. You can't cast someone with open wounds like that. So they drill these neat pins into your bones and line the whole bad boy up with some more aluminum. Then they come by twice a day to swab the goo from around the pins; to keep your body from trying to assimilate the pins and reduce the chance of infection coming in from those areas. Groovy.
Here's my left foot. It was torn open on impact and with the swelling it just continued to tear, so they cut it open to avoid the harsher damage done by tearing. This foot was 180 degrees the wrong way (i.e. pointing down while I was laying on my back); the docs "pinned" the foot to the bottom of my leg using that rod poking out of the bottom there. It was quite amusing to see the low tech "vice grips" used to wiggle it back and forth when it came time for removal; almost a foot long when taken out.
More external fixators on both of my wrists. You can also see the wires they used to hold the end of my arm on while it grew back together.
Some Pix Here
S.
PS: During one of my surgeries I had an epedural (spinal block; they inject nerve block directly into your spinal cord) and I'll be damned if it didn't hurt like ten motherfvckers - to the point that it kept me from being able to breathe while they were injecting... Bad juju.
Ouch dude 🙁