Unbelievable Survivals: 70 Patients Defied All Odds Against Grim Medical Diagnoses
Cue horrified, shocked look on my face. He sees my reaction, then tells me matter-of-factly that “you’re gonna have to do that every 2 hours for the next 2 days or that scar tissue will just come back.” I go back to the pup, love on her and apologize ahead of time for the pain I’m about to inflict (even with meds on board I knew this was gonna hurt like a sonb***h)
She screamed in the most heartbreaking way. I was expecting her to bite me but instead, she just licked my hand afterwards. I looked at her and said “You have got a home little lady. You’re coming with me TONIGHT.”
Two days later and I’ve got the scar tissue thing under control but flummoxed about how to keep the leg from flipping backwards. Both back legs broken, down to one working hip and one working knee on different sides. My mentor and I put our heads together and rigged up a contraption involving small IM pins placed transversely in proximal femur and distal tibia, bent into hooks on the end, connected by steel suture to limit extension and orthodontic rubber bands to encourage dynamic flexion. We didn’t have an Elizabethan collar small enough for her so I took xray film and cut one out and duck taped it together. She couldn’t use either back leg, she was dragging herself along using front legs when I took her outside, cutest little Franken-puppy. Spunky as hell, little yippy barks looking at the squirrels in my yard.
A week later and pelvic fracture sequelae rear ugly head– her abdomen is bloated, I’m in my yard at midnight giving her mineral oil enemas and promising God if He will help her poop I will build her a doggy wheelchair, I don’t care if she never walks again.
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