Saturday, July 26, 2014

Justin (Part 2)

If you have not read part one, you can go back and read it here.
(Remember Justin just fell 75 feet. Let me say that again, he fell 75 feet!)

As I hit the ground I remember being limp and tried to "tuck and roll".  I hit feet first and went forward onto my face.  I don't remember hearing or feeling anything break.  I didn't lose consciousness either.  The wind was knocked right out of me.  As I laid there face first in the snow it was all I could do to get my breath back.  Once I was breathing again I tried to roll myself over and couldn't do it.  I heard someone ski over to me and they asked if I was ok.  I told them I thought I blew out my knee and needed them to help roll me over so I could get my face out of the snow.  They were about to help me when I heard my brother in law yell out "don't touch him".
   When my brother in law got to me he gave me a quick assessment and kept talking to me until the ski patrol got there.  They put a back board on me and rolled me over and that is when I knew I was hurt a lot worse than I had thought.  They began to cut my clothing off to get a better look at my injuries.  First my boots an on up to my sister's jacket liner, I told you that would be important.  I wanted to just take it off, but when your hurt and being worked on by EMS nothing gets taken off, it gets cut off.  I was trying to pay attention to what they were saying about my injuries.  I was flat on my back and my head strapped down so I couldn't move it.  When they were looking at my left ankle I asked, "How bad is it?"  My brother in law answered with, "Ummm n o t too b a d".  Now I knew I was in bad shape.
 Then they loaded me onto a sled of sorts and quickly slid me down the mountain.  Here I met an ambulance which drove me about 100 yards to a helicopter.  All this time I was in some pain but nothing that should have been appropriate.  Adrenalin is a wonderful thing.  Not long after we were in the air I remember the flight medic asking me about pain and giving me morphine.
   When I arrived at the nearest hospital the prodding and probing began.  I can't remember how many x-rays or how many times I was poked in places we won't discuss.  Finally a doctor came over to me and said, " We can't fix you here, we have to send you to a learning hospital".
   I replied, "I don't want to go where they have to learn how to fix me, send me where they already know what to do".
   "You are going to need that sense of humor" he said. " Do you prefer UNM or Arizona?"
   I said, "UNM" and the splinting commenced.
   Mean while my brother in law, sister, and Corey had made it to the hospital.  The doctor let them know what was happening and the phones calls started going out.
   When they had finished splinting and padding me they began to load me onto another helicopter to take me to UNM Hospital.  As they were rolling me to the helicopter I told one of the medics, "I need to write my sister a fat check".
   He heard this and turned to my sister and said, "He said something about his sister a fat chick".
   Not Cool!
   They attempted to load me in the helicopter and kept ramming my splinted feet and ankles into to bubble of the helicopter.  They did this several times.  Much to the displeasure of my onlooking family and friend not to mention the pain.  I simply would not fit.  So they made arrangements to have me flown out on a fixed wing aircraft. So one more ambulance ride and off I went to UNM Hospital.
   After landing in New Mexico yet another ambulance ride to UNM Hospital where it seemed 

like the assessments, x-rays, and prodding started all over again.

   Finally after 12 hours on a backboard, ouch, I was put in a bed and told the extent of my injuries.  Let's start at the bottom.  Left ankle broken requiring hardware to fix it, left tibia and fibula also requiring hardware to fix it, right heel crushed, 6 pelvic fractures causing internal bleeding, 2 spinal fractures at L5 and T6, a laceration below my chin caused by my watch, and small laceration in between my eyes.
   I spent 9 days in the trauma ward of UNM Hospital while undergoing multiple surgeries and nearly needing a blood transfusion. It was here that I was told I might not walk again and my recovery would be largely left up to me.  Then 2 days in the orthopedic ward.
   I can not even begin to describe how well I was treated at UNMH.  The nurses and doctors were great.  I was always treated with care and compassion.  In fact to this day whenever I have business at UNMH I make it a point to thank the people who work there, even if they had nothing to do with my ordeal.
   I was then moved to a rehabilitation center where I learned how to live life in a wheelchair, and that physical therapists are well intended torturers.  I spent 2 weeks here.  I had done some difficult things in my life, but this was the toughest most challenging task I had ever been asked to complete.  It was not only physically difficult but mentally and emotionally difficult as well.
   The next year of my life would become the most challenging yet.

Zucchini Afredo

I found the original recipe here. I made a few changes to it to make it taste even better, in our opinion.
The kids love it too! I make this about once a week when the zucchini is in full swing.

1 package fettichini noodles
 3 tablespoons coconut oil
 3 cloves garlic, minced

1 small onion
 4 cups shredded zucchini 
 1/2 cup milk 
 4 ounces cream cheese, cubed 
 Sprinkle  of basil 
 salt and pepper to taste
Cayenne pepper 5 shakes plus or minus of the small bottle (I'm so precise ;) ) 
 Grated Parmesan cheese 
Bring a large pot of  water to a boil. Add noodles and cook until done. 
Heat the coconut oil in a pan over medium heat. Sauté onion and garlic. Add the zucchini, and cook until most of the liquid is gone. Add milk and cream cheese. Mix until the cream cheese is melted.  Add the basil, cayenne, salt and pepper, and parmesan cheese. Serve over the cooked pasta.

I've  used gluten free noodles and it is still good.
Also I think the sauce is so good I like to double it.
 I didn't try it last year, but I think it would be good over spaghetti squash rather than regular noodles.  Another thing I want to try this year is adding red bell peppers. 
If the sauce feels too dry I just add a little more milk.

Summer Update!

We have been keeping busy this summer taking care of the garden, flowers and lots of outside playtime. Justin has been working out of town off an on this month, so it was a tiring busy month. 

Food from the garden! Zucchini Alfredo (the zucchini is from the garden) beans, carrots, and salad all from the garden. It's was our first meal full of food from the garden! 

Flowers from our yard.

Josiah is getting so big! He has his very first loose tooth! He has been helping pull weeds in the garden and playing a lot with Jameson. He loves pulling Jameson around in a wagon, pushing him on the swing and helping him go down the slide. It's so sweet. He also loves drawing and playing with
his Legos. He has created some pretty impressive things. We have also been doing school work at least twice a week this summer.

He loves pushing Jameson around the yard.

Such a sweet big brother.

A picture Josiah drew of the job site Justin is working on. We went to visit them one day, and when we got home he sat down and started drawing what he remembered from the job site.  He sure misses his dad when he's gone.

Jada is going crazy over all the bugs! She has a huge collection. She spends a good part of the day finding them. She is our early bird, so if I let her, she would be outside searching for bugs at 5:30 am. 
She has been trying to catch lizards all summer long, but they have alluded her thus far. Also the two we had living in our yard, the cat caught and killed. I have no doubt she will be able to find another one and eventually catch it. 

I love this picture of Jada.

They love being together! They have grasshoppers in their hands.

Juliet, easygoing Juliet. She has a very relaxed personality. She still loves to cuddle and watch everything that is happening. She is Jada's little sidekick. They are always together, and don't often fight. I really think it has to do with their personalities. (However, Jameson is her nemesis.) She helps Jada catch all sorts of bugs, I think her favorite is the moth. She likes to hold on to the moth and touch people with it and say, " Tickle, tickle" at which point the little legs of the moth flail about tickling the person. It's hysterical. Not for the moth though. 

At the hotel.

It was early one morning when Jada asked me if I could come take a picture of them. If you notice they have the baby doll buckled in too.

Jameson has so much energy! I can not take my eyes off him for a second. Keeping him out of mischief is literally a full time job. He is just so curious about everything, and oh boy can he climb. I use to put things I didn't want him to get on top of the refrigerator, but he has found out how to reach the top of the refrigerator. He is our most active child. I am so glad it's summer time so he can have lots of outside time. Already he is such a big helper. If he sees I might need something he goes and gets it for me. For example, if I grab the broom to start sweeping he is all over the dust pan. It's actually really neat to see the kind of initiative he takes at this young of age. 
Happy, mischievous boy.

In other big news, we thought were were done getting pregnant. We were mistaken. We knew we were going to have more kids via adoption which we are still planning on doing, but we didn't know we were going to have anymore the traditional way. We are very excited for this new little one. I will be 11 weeks on Tuesday. Josiah likes listening to the baby's heartbeat on the doppler. It was one of the first things he ask me about when he found out we were having another baby.  Jada is gitty with excitement. I almost hope the baby is a girl just for her. She is always touching my belly, talking to the baby, and asking about the baby. She really wants the baby to be a little girl. Juliet also thinks the baby is going to be a girl, but I think only because Jada thinks that. This one will be the tie breaker. Both girls think the baby is a girl and the boys think the baby is a boy. We shall see. 

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