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So the last two days has been pretty rough on me. My dad has gone into hospital with respiratory failure.
Three years ago, my dad had an accident at work. Early on the morning of September 19, 2009, my dad was crushed between a cane loco and an empty cane bin. We still don't know what happens because he was on his own (they replaced the second loco boy with a machine that ALL the workers hated) and due to the trauma, he doesn't remember what happened. But due to the investigation, it was stated that the wind blew the cane bin out and it rolled down the tracks (while my dad had his back to it) and squashed dad between the bin and loco.
He was very lucky that the harvester drivers had come back to pick up the bins when they found him and jacked off the bin from him.
THat morning, my brother got a phone call from his friend (one of the ones who found dad) telling him that dad had been in an accident. While I went to work, mum and my brother went out to see if dad was okay. When they got there, dad was in a LOT of pain, but the ambulance officers told mum that it was just a couple of broken ribs (which isn't their fault because on the outside, he didn't have any damage).
We all met the ambulance at the hospital and it was here that they told us that there was a lot more injuries. They would have to transport him to another hospital where they'd have to put him into the ICU and do surgery. They were blunt and truthful and said that he wouldn't survive. My nanna, who is a nurse, explained to us that he had a LOT of internal injuries. The overall list of his injuries was such:
2 punctured lungs
13 completely broken off ribs (they weren't even where his ribs were supposed to be.
2 broken collarbones
1 broken shoulder blades
a couple of broken vertebras
He lost 3 litres of blood from his punctured lungs.
To keep it short. Dad fought for his life in ICU for a couple of weeks. All the doctors were so sure that he was going to die. But he didn't. He quite obviously had more than one guardian angel watching over him. All the doctors were so shocked that he survived. And I can't thank every doctor and nurse that looked after him enough for saving my dad's life. And the same goes to everyone who had given blood in which they transferred into dad.
But he'd never be the same. His lungs will never be the same and in hospital he got a blood clot and bed sores.
Anyway, there's a lot of history between then and now. A lot of things has happened. A lot of surgeries. Ect. He was going fine until yesterday when I got a phone call from mum at work to tell me that dad is back in hospital. Of course I left work straight away and drove an hour to get to the hospital. I found out that one of his lungs wasn't getting any air at all and the other was getting very little. Aka respiratory failure. They've been doing tests to work out what's done it to him, but they seem to think an infection.
And this is why I've been so stressed and upset over the last two days. I was so scared that I was going to lose my dad. He's still not out of the woods. He's got to stay in the hospital for a few days, so I won't be on much. I'll mostly be with him.
I just wanted to say something that I'm sure you all know. Every day is precious and while you might go to work one day, you might be in the ICU the next day. Love your family and love your life.
I love all my friends, including you guys. <3
Three years ago, my dad had an accident at work. Early on the morning of September 19, 2009, my dad was crushed between a cane loco and an empty cane bin. We still don't know what happens because he was on his own (they replaced the second loco boy with a machine that ALL the workers hated) and due to the trauma, he doesn't remember what happened. But due to the investigation, it was stated that the wind blew the cane bin out and it rolled down the tracks (while my dad had his back to it) and squashed dad between the bin and loco.
He was very lucky that the harvester drivers had come back to pick up the bins when they found him and jacked off the bin from him.
THat morning, my brother got a phone call from his friend (one of the ones who found dad) telling him that dad had been in an accident. While I went to work, mum and my brother went out to see if dad was okay. When they got there, dad was in a LOT of pain, but the ambulance officers told mum that it was just a couple of broken ribs (which isn't their fault because on the outside, he didn't have any damage).
We all met the ambulance at the hospital and it was here that they told us that there was a lot more injuries. They would have to transport him to another hospital where they'd have to put him into the ICU and do surgery. They were blunt and truthful and said that he wouldn't survive. My nanna, who is a nurse, explained to us that he had a LOT of internal injuries. The overall list of his injuries was such:
2 punctured lungs
13 completely broken off ribs (they weren't even where his ribs were supposed to be.
2 broken collarbones
1 broken shoulder blades
a couple of broken vertebras
He lost 3 litres of blood from his punctured lungs.
To keep it short. Dad fought for his life in ICU for a couple of weeks. All the doctors were so sure that he was going to die. But he didn't. He quite obviously had more than one guardian angel watching over him. All the doctors were so shocked that he survived. And I can't thank every doctor and nurse that looked after him enough for saving my dad's life. And the same goes to everyone who had given blood in which they transferred into dad.
But he'd never be the same. His lungs will never be the same and in hospital he got a blood clot and bed sores.
Anyway, there's a lot of history between then and now. A lot of things has happened. A lot of surgeries. Ect. He was going fine until yesterday when I got a phone call from mum at work to tell me that dad is back in hospital. Of course I left work straight away and drove an hour to get to the hospital. I found out that one of his lungs wasn't getting any air at all and the other was getting very little. Aka respiratory failure. They've been doing tests to work out what's done it to him, but they seem to think an infection.
And this is why I've been so stressed and upset over the last two days. I was so scared that I was going to lose my dad. He's still not out of the woods. He's got to stay in the hospital for a few days, so I won't be on much. I'll mostly be with him.
I just wanted to say something that I'm sure you all know. Every day is precious and while you might go to work one day, you might be in the ICU the next day. Love your family and love your life.
I love all my friends, including you guys. <3