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On a night that I was free from both my children I was invited to a friends housewarming party. Having not had drank alcohol for quite some time I thought that my closest friends and I would have pre-drinks before we went to this house-warming party. It was 3 O’clock in the afternoon when I had had my first glass of tequila, and I had had 6 drinks before we left to the party, which was at 7pm. When I got to the party, I drank more. After several shots added to my alcohol consumption I was pretty legless. I was in love with everyone, the music sounded amazing, and I even hugged the toilet bowl. But then I was sick, and tired and wanted to go home. So I left my partner and my friend and the house party, and at 1am started to walk back to my house, only a couple of streets away. I was a little excited, at the idea of being so drunk and alone that I decided to skip. I skipped around the corner and then, it was all so sudden. I lost my footing in a pot hole, that was on the nature strip. It felt like I was falling forever and I had heard a crack, but I was in no pain. It was only when I had tried to get up that I realised I had broken my ankle. I was scared, I’d never broken a bone before, and I knew that even if I could not feel the pain now, as soon as I sober I would. I screamed for help, and eventually my partner, my best friend and the host of the party came to my side. David, the host, knew first aid and said it was just a sprain, my best friend dry-reached and walked away and my partner frantically called the ambulance. More time was lost waiting for the ambulance as I was in and out of consciousness. Eventually I was in the ambulance, and then the hospital. At one point Brendan (my partner) and I were seperated as he had to give doctors my medicare details and I cried asking for him. I spent the night in emergency and could not sleep at all, no matter how much panadol they gave me. They sent me in to relocate my ankle, as it had dislocated when i fell, as well as broke. They did this twice, then gave up because they could not get it back into the right position, and told me to wait for surgery. I went into surgery when Brendan was at home grabbing things like cigarettes and a phone charger for my phone, I had no way of contacting him and I was worried that I would not see him for the rest of the day. I went into surgery, but only to have them relocate my ankle, and then was transferred to a ward where I found Brendan and David waiting for me. I was sad and sore by this point. I cried a lot, realising the damage I had done and what it meant. I wasn’t going to be able to walk for some time, I couldn’t get up to my kids in the morning, or take them to the park. It was a very scary thing to think about. During my week’s stay in the hospital my daughters were brought to visit me twice, the first time I saw my eldest, who is only 4, she cried when she saw me, and would not leave my side, and when they left she cried again, saying she didn’t want to leave me behind and that I had to go home with them. My younger daughter was only 6 months old and she didn’t understand the situation. At the end of the week I had my final lot of surgery, to put hardware into my ankle, the day after I went for surgery I was let home. Brendan and I stayed at his mothers house for about 6 weeks. I couldn’t do anything. Brendan started his studies at Gordon University this year and it was his mum watching the kids all the time. It was very difficult for me, not being able to do anything with them, and because Brendan also suffers from a bad back when he was at home watching the kids he was always in pain and we always got into a lot of fights. Eventually we returned home and I tested going up and down my 3 step set of stairs to the front door and I managed, after a few days of not showering I tested getting into the bath tub, as we have an over bath shower. It became more easy. I had use of the office chair throughout the house, so I was able to look after the kids again. But it doesn’t take away from the fact that it was a very hard and painful experience for me, and now 5 months after the break I still find it difficult some days.

Posted by Kacey Lee, 5th May 2014

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