My Life & My Struggle: Could Be Your Motivation?

Continues: Screws, Plates & Surgery Dates.

I stayed as medicated as they were allowed to keep me. They continuously gave me Morphine for the next several hours. Almost as soon as the limit would expire, my sister was making sure they had ordered more. Due to the fact my mother was hard of hearing, and would often just agree with people. Not, having a clue what was said.

My mom, is a woman that tries to keep her appearance up to new standards as much as possible. For shorter use of words, momma tries to stay as young and youthful as possible. She is a very beautiful and truly the best mother I could've ever asked for. She's, been through my side through thick and thin. When nobody else was there.

The amount of pain I was in was un-real. Nothing, could come close to the pain away completely. Nobody, in my family would allow me to see a picture of myself. Their reasoning was due to the fact they thought I would go into a state of instant "shock". So....

As I finally got a room of my own after being stuck in the hallway for probably 2 hours. I reached into my back pocket pulling out my "Motorola Razor". What a change of time period compared to our current and ongoing world. I faced the camera backwards and took a picture. Almost positive these phones didn't have a "front facing camera on them at the time".

I didn't go into a state of shock. I think I was scared to a point though, my looks where always something I took pride in... And, I had worried that this would affect them permanently. The pain was all I could focus on.

I soon would have to under-go my first real surgery in my life. I became... pretty much a "school project" due to the fact that such a small accident had caused a devastating amount breakage. So, The University of Kentucky: College Of Dentistry became my new "school project" grounds.

As a result of me being a project of sorts. I would undergo multiple surgeries. Resulting in a longer recovery. I was lucky enough that my girlfriend and I were very close not only through our friendship, we had got serious in our relationship finally. She took great care of me as she did elderly people for employment as a CNA.

I was so jealous of people who were able to actually eat solid foods. At one point I can remember attempting to eat a grinded up cheeseburger from McDonald's. It wasn't the same. So I became such a fan to "Homemade Vanilla Milkshake" drinks by Ensure. No, really they got real old, and real quick. As good as they were at first. Sammie, I was tired of them. Thank God my mother helped me out with those... As they were outrageously hefty at the checkout.

5 Screws and a plate in my left mandible & 6 Screws and a plate in my chin (That was the first surgery.)All hardware was titanium. The theory was that it may be possible my right mandible may "by chance" fuse back together somehow. This "chance" later resulted in....

Yes, I was near healing from my previous surgery. When? Your damn right, they had to do an additional surgery. This is where "College of Dentistry" wears its title with colors. I was pissed. No, actually I was furious.

YOU MAY ASK SO WHAT WHERE YOU ON FOR PAIN....?

Through this process, I was prescribed several pain pills. Someone, had even taken me to a fellow friend's house. A doctor to give me some Percocet 5mg, green script pad was pulled from a drawer in his kitchen. He wrote the script in his living room and sent me on my way. A pharmacy would hold back scripts until they could be ran without problem. Due to the fact I was obviously "Doctor Shopping". However, to my "highly enabled" convenience they knew the circumstances.

Through all my pain and suffering....I could handle the pain it was bearable...Very bearable, compared to when the fall happen. I stayed medicated yes...But, I gave willingly actually I felt kind of as if it was my duty to give my girlfriend easily 1/2 to 3/4's of my medications.

So, they went back in and slashed me open once again. Really, it wasn't that dramatic but I was beyond pissed about having to undergo what could've been easily avoided this "2nd surgery".

But, hell I had to do, what I had to do. I say that in actual disgust really this situation, still kind of irritates me honestly.

I guess I will go ahead and give "UK: College Of Dentistry".....What credit I guess they deserve. Before this additional surgery my mouth was completely wired tooth by tooth. They had told me to wear rubber bands from 4 particular hook to hook set ups. And I was to turn a screw in the roof of my mouth so far, so often. Yeah, you guessed it I didn't fully comply. So, maybe in a sense it's my fault, I will gladly own that. But, I made an attempt and then lost dedicated interest in it.

So, just like many other things maybe "Surgery #2" could have been easily avoided. If I had done what I had been instructed to do. Well, obviously I didn't.

For the most part, during the time this whole thing lasted. I stayed in bed, took pain pills when the pain would start to get above tolerable. And tried to be as positive as I could. I was beyond depressed through this, really I felt hopeless and overwhelmed. But, just like anything else I pulled through and put this behind me.

We'll after the screws and plates where all over with I was one happy person to be able to actually consume real food again Broken jaws isn't anything I would ever even wish on my worst enemy. Ensure drinks became my best friend and just a word of advice if you ever have to go through this the best ensure drink would hands down have to be the "Homemade Vanilla Milkshake" kind I lived on these for months. After all this was over I used it as a way to get nerve pills and pain pills. I claimed that I had a severe panic attack when I had fallen and broken my jaws (my right and left mandible aka your jaw bones, as well as shattering my chin completely). Doctor's ad more then will to prescribe me just about whatever I wanted simply because I guess they feared I could fall again. I had a doctor out of Springfield, KY whose name I will not mention out of respect considering he is retired and was a very respectable doctor who was in practice for years. After all of that begin to come to a halt. I was enrolling into several pain clinics from Bardstown, KY, Hustonville, KY, Lexington, KY, etc. I was prescribed anything from Percocet 10mg x120, Opana 40mg x60, Opana 5mg x 60 Alprazolam 2mg x60, Fentanyl 50mg x15 (these are pain like stickers that last 3 days...... You name it I was getting this was before the DEA got stricter by the way.....Consider this was 2007.......And this is where a major downfalls began.....Please continue to read and I promise you'll be in for some crazy stories