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Originally Posted by JoeT
Does any one else feel like they should have been locked up?
The day of my accident last year I thought I was fine. I went right back to work at a boat yard from the emergency room. When I look back it was like I was drunk which I was not. I do not drink. I worked 12 housr after the accident that day and kept working like that for a month or some thing. But my head after I think a few days started killing me and my boss took me back to the doctor but they said the pictures did not show any thing wrong with my brain so just keep working. From there it has been like a bad night mare and it got worse and worse. I had siezures and would just black out one time when I was still at work climbing a lader up to a boat. That messed my head up way worse. For a while last summer I know I was doing better and then I had a nother siezure walking down stairs and again way worse. More and more of the same and very sick of it.
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ER doctors need much better training, or ANY training, about concussions and head injuries. We were in a massive car accident. My husband blacked out AFTER the accident, then was talking/babbling nonsense nonstop for over an hour after that, before finally coming back to us. He still (20 months later) has absolutely no memory of the whole event. But since it took almost 3 hours to get us to the ER, by the time they saw him, he was kind of coherent. But in such bad shape, that to dial a phone number to call a neighbor, I had to feed him each single number individually and he was having trouble finding them on the phone. I was checked in to the hospital, our 7 year old daughter had a broken arm and was in shock from the whole event, he also had a badly broken wrist (his right hand), was obviously barely managing to deal with anything, AND THEY SENT HIM HOME, WITH OUR INJURED 7 YEAR OLD, TO THE CARE OF OUR 12 YEAR OLD SON (who had not been in the car).
A neighbor swooped in and took care of them for the night. But the next morning they were on their own. My son calls me in the hospital to tell me that Dad is having times when he doesn't make sense, and he's throwing up some, but he (my wonderful son!) is giving him little sips of gingerale and taking care of it. My mother, who had driven down to see me, put on her coat and headed straight for my home. Another friend stopping by (as word was now spreading) took one look at hubby and dragged him straight back to the ER. Where, when they saw him six hours later (and this was middle of the day, not late at night) they declared it just the concussion and sent him home. By which point my brother was done with business meetings and packed up the bunch of them and took them to his house for almost 2 weeks. Now, over a year and a half later, he's still got PCS and sleep problems.
ER docs need some SERIOUS training about head injuries.