I was in a boda accident today. I was on it with Jen and Caben was in front of us and we went into a ditch and Caben’s boda rolled backward and something on his boda rolled into my leg. I fell off the boda onto my back and felt the most insane pain in my leg I had ever felt in my life. I started screaming and dry heaving but most of that part is a total blur to me. Caben turned into an EMT and handled everything perfectly, commanding each person to go get things and call a car. He cut my jeans off of my leg and then cleaned the wound a little and bandaged and wrapped it with a stint (a wooden stick) and a dishtowel. I just sobbed the whole time, while people held my hand and prayed over me and they worked on my leg. Someone handed me a codeine and the effects of that started making me really confused about whether I should be laughing hysterically or crying hysterically. After a while Coy showed up with a car and I had calmed down by then but got hysterical again when they tried to lift me to put me in the car. We eventually did it though, and Jordan held my hand and let me lay against her in the back. Caben and Katie rode in the back with me. When we got to the hospital they got me onto a stretcher and then into the room. Everyone was so amazing, they were all there, crowding around making me laugh in the midst of my tears, and helping me decide if we should go to Kampala to get it checked out and stitched up or if we could do it there. Everyone was so willing to get in a car right away to Kampala if that was what I wanted but after we took the X-ray and talked more about what it was I decided we should do it there right away. The doctor cleaned it up and then made everyone get out but I asked Coy to stay in the room because he had medical experience and I wanted him to oversee the operation and his voice was calming. He talked me through most of the operation and I felt good knowing he liked what they were doing and told me all these stories about his life so I wouldn’t be thinking about it.
This whole time I was in major trauma shock, whenever the doctor would touch my back or ribs I would cry hysterically, between the shock and the codeine and the pain in my leg my emotions would go from hysteria or laughing in the range of 10 seconds.
It was so amazing to see everyone I know in Gulu, and even one person I had never met before, on the front lines with me, helping me every step of the way, getting me everything I needed and all waiting together in the waiting room for the entire 3 hour ordeal. Jen and Caben even paid my entire bill because I didn’t have any health insurance or any money.
Now I’m okay. I go back Tuesday to get it re-dressed and then Sunday to see if I can get the stiches out. I’m on 5 days of anti-biotics and I got a tetanus booster shot while I was there.
I’ll look at pictures later, maybe after the stiches are out. I hear they could see fat and tendon, 2 cuts, stiches in 3 places. Just happy to see how i loved i am and how good God has been through this whole thing.
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