A series of unfortunate events out of my control have resulted in my current inability to function as a hard working American. I’m not victimizing myself intentionally, yet I am so isolated from my old life due to a slip and fall injury last January that I am the first to excuse myself as being “pathetically incapable” of thriving as is. In part, from lack of human contact during extreme duress following ORIF surgery to repair multiple tibia and fibula fractures/ temporary handicap with no emotional nor physical support resulting in depression beyond medicine.
@12:00 am on 1/1/2015… completely sober and alone in temperatures below 0 f, I slipped on ice and broke my tibia and shattered fibula. I rolled to my cell phone which flew from hands during fall and landed in street. after reaching phone, I was unable to call for help because fingers were too cold to operate touch screen. I rolled to my vehicle about 100FT away and reset phone then pulled myself up to driver seat and warmed hands. I attempted to call for help but circuits were busy due to New Years greetings. I couldnt even call 911. then I dangled right leg out door and used left foot to drive to my commercial office less than mile away. EMTs transported me to ER. Due to holiday I was not able to be seen by orthapedic surgeon until Jan. 2Nd. On Jan. 2nd the doctor I was referred to confirmed I needed surgery to heal properly and scheduled. it for Monday 5th. They asked if any concerns. I told them, yes. I was allergic to metal. so allergic I my ears were not pierced. they noted it. on day of surgery the doctor asked about my concerns. I repeated allergy to metal. I was not skin patch tested. Instead was told stainless steal implants used nearly complication free. My recovery long and ongoing. I am so allergic to implants that I have symptoms similiar to heavy metal toxicity. the doctor’s physician assistant ignored my symptoms until I demanded see doctor. By then I was out of my post op through medicaid. apparently I had to get referral from primary care doc to to be seen again. my primary care dox never looked at my ankle or asked about injury, yet diagnosed me as being clinically depressed with anxiety ussues and alcoholic. Fortunately she gave me referral, too. 3 weeks later the orthopedic doc cleared me to make apt for another 3 weeks out. the doc agreed the implants should come out… 9 months after injury I am waiting for insurance to approve removal surgery.
Sorry taxpayers, I much rather be on your side but I believe healthcare declined and discrimination towards obamacare recipients so extreme rhat I have become permanently disabled burden despite my attempts to thrive.