Me and my Disability: How I injured my back

Okay, I’ve cheated and taken this from my old blog Wheelzandheelz (don’t judge me. Sometimes it’s tiresome to type the same story thrice over.) It was December 14th (I remember because it was my nan’s birthday) and my usual bus driver was off sick.  So, it was up to the escort to strap me and the other wheelchair user in but, she didn’t know how to strap the back of the wheelchairs, including seatbelts and told the driver ‘it’s okay as long as we drive slowly’.

We pulled up at school and we were late because he didn’t know the route. So she unstrapped me and I switched my phone off put my headphones around my neck (as I always do) and I clearly heard the escort say ‘come back’  and I heard the ramp noise and out the corner of my eye, I saw the ramp there. Except it wasn’t, the next thing I remember I’m lying on my back in my crying. The escort told me to shut up at one point. Another taxi driver rushed to help me up. My TA saw and thought someone was playing a joke but as soon as I saw her I burst into tears. After some shortbread and hot chocolate, they noticed I had I curve in my back and I experienced some back pain. My mum drove to And E fast and I felt like the bloody Stig.

They couldn’t find anything wrong only a slight curve and sent me home with some codeine. I had these pains and deteriorated so quickly it robbed me of four years and only now I’m I getting in sparkle back.  I even had a Doctor who thought I diagnosed myself with cerebral palsy and bought my own wheelchair and said to my mother if there was a magic wand don’t you think your daughter would’ve had it by now?  At that point, I changed consultants.  My chair had a fracture so I had to wait for a new one which took ages. The doctor saw that I had prolapsed disc said it was only minor and didn’t require surgery. The pain deterioration was unbearable. I then had a  to go into hospital as my nerves were pressing on my bladder and I couldn’t pee, leaving me with a permanent catheter bag. They thought a few injections into my back and I’d be fine.

Except I wasn’t. I was on more drugs than the lot in trainspotter and it didn’t do anything for my pain. My mum took nearly 2 years out of to care for me and it was hard every day and depression was just like a dark cloud.

They thought they could relieve my nerves by Botox but that only made it worse, then I saw my new consultant in Swansea she saw my MRI and finally gave me the answer I was looking for, she took out the two prolapsed disc’s. Before that, they tried a baclofen pump and a morphine pump at the back of the Baclofen pump only made me violent and suicidal but the morphine pump was like heaven.  But at what point do you say you can’t have any more morphine?  So she agreed to surgery and it was the best day of my life it was like I’ve been given a part two. ( I will do a more detailed post on surgery day at a later date ) Okay so today I still have sciatic pain and pelvic pain which they don’t know the cause of it but, I take that any day over back pain so I could live my life after the accident  we try to sue the bus company but they believed the wheelchair user at fault which is unbelievable because I never drive with headphones on.  This post can only give you an inkling of what I went through but the main thing for me from getting back to that 15-year-old girl that I was before this accident happened.

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