By Chris Spivey
How would you feel if you had your leg blown off?
Years ago, I had a building firm and one of my employees had to have his leg amputated after being hit by a car. Despite him being a big tough fella and his leg being the only injury, it still took him a long time to recover.
The accident happened on a Friday night, although I didn’t get told about it until Sunday. He was a popular fella and when I went to see him for the first time on the Monday, there were already 3 or 4 other visitors in his room when I arrived. All of us tried our best to rally round and cheer him up… It didn’t really work though.
So, with that in mind, I would have thought that losing your leg would be even worse for a young woman, especially when that woman is a professional dancer.
You see, 5 days after having her leg amputated, having been caught up in the 2nd Boston bomb blast, 32 year old dancer, Adrianne Haslet-Davis is posing for photographers as though she hasn’t a care in the world. Course, it is true to say that everyone deals with trauma differently.
Never the less, I have to tell you that there are a few things that trouble me about Adrianne’s story.
The first, is the fact that she was a dancer and as a general rule, career dancers need both feet. I therefore wonder what the odds are of someone, whose career specifically depends on their feet, having their leg blown off by a terrorist bomb whilst stood within a huge crowd?
The second thing that doesn’t sit right with me, is how well she looks, her miraculous recovery and her optimism for the future. She has vowed to dance again and even run a marathon.
In other words, an all inspiring American hero… But then again, aren’t the victims always all inspiring heroes in these kind of situations?
A real case of ‘why do bad things always happen to good people’ in fact.
The third thing that troubles me is that her husband was stood right next to her, yet appears to have only minor injuries to his legs. Having said that, I suppose that he could have just been lucky. He was certainly not injured badly enough to prevent him getting up and dragging his wife away from the danger zone.
“Adam was riddled with shrapnel but he managed to pull his belt and tightened it above Adrianne’s frightening wound and dragged her from the scene into safety”.Now, since her foot was apparently hanging off, it was a bit rash of him to drag her away from danger wasn’t it? Must have been agony for her. I say that, because Adrianne was fully concious.
Amongst the things that she remembers is panicking after the first bomb went off because, in her own words,
“there is always a 2nd bomb”.Once again, maybe its just me being overly suspicious but that is a funny thing to think. Or, at least, I think its a funny thing to think. Is there always a 2nd bomb? Its news to me if there is.
Adrianne also remembers looking at her foot and being determined not to lose it. However, since according to the Daily Mail 80% of the bone and muscle had already gone, I would have thought that she would have already lost it. But hey, I’m not a doctor.
Never the less, once her husband Adam had finished dragging her around a bit – before settling on taking her into a restaurant – Adrianne apparently went into Hollywood mode:
‘If this was going to be the last time we saw each other, I wanted him to know how much I loved him,’ she told the Herald.
‘Then I told him we’d make it through this, that I wasn’t ready to leave him yet.’Finally, she remembered the firemen turning up and thinking that she was going to be safe now… Unless the restaurant was on fire of course, in which event, that wouldn’t have necessarily been the case… But I digress.
As luck would have it, Adrianne’s husband Adam is in the armed forces – a Captain in the Air-force, who just so happened to have returned from Afghanistan where he would have been fighting the baddies.
I say that was lucky, since Adams training would have kicked in. That would explain him dragging his wife around with her leg hanging off, while no doubt thinking to himself;
“got to move her to safety, there is always a third bomb”.Course some, more cynical than me, will no doubt find Adams occupation suspect under the circumstances. But personally, I don’t believe in conspiracy theories.
Continuing with the Hollywood style screenplay, we have Adrianne regaining conciousness “Days later” in hospital and thinking to herself:
“My foot feels numb, like it’s asleep” and “My foot feels like it’s falling off the bed.”At this point, her mother leaned down and gently told Adrianne that she had lost it… You really couldn’t make this shit up, don’t cha know.
After surgery, you will be transferred back to a ward. You will normally be given oxygen through a mask and nutrients and fluids through a drip for the first few days after surgery.
Your amputation wound will be covered with a bandage or plaster dressing and a tube may be placed under the skin next to the wound to drain away any excess fluid from the site of the surgery. This will help prevent excessive bruising and swelling at the wound. It is usually recommended that the bandage remains in place for the first five days to reduce the risk of infection.
A small flexible tube, known as an urinary catheter, may be placed in your bladder during your surgery to drain away urine. This means you will not need to worry about going to the toilet for the first few days after surgery.
It is likely that you will experience considerable pain at the site of the operation, so painkillers will be supplied as required. Let your pain nurse know if the painkillers are not working as you may need a larger dose or a stronger type of painkiller.I will stick my neck out here and say that is the exact same state that I found my friend in when I visited him in hospital, 3 days after losing his leg.
Yet a maximum of four days after losing hers, Adrianne is giving more interviews than someone who has just won an Oscar and smiling as if she hasn’t a care in the world.
Strangely enough, I cant find any photos of Adrianne taken immediately after the bombing. I say strangely, because the MSM have been pushing gory photo’s of the bomb victims down our throats by the sack full.
Course, as the saying goes, a picture paints a thousand words, so I have strung together a little gallery.
Adrianne, certainly doesn’t look angry or bitter. If I was her, I’d be fucking hopping mad… No pun intended.
She certainly is however, a brave, true American hero. Unfortunately – and I may be wrong – but for now, I just don’t buy it.
As for my friend. Well, he never did come back to work for me, even though I did offer… I paid my employees well over the national average wage too… Just saying.
However, a year or so later, I did hear that he went into partnership in a club with the money he received in compensation. Then again, a year or so after that, I also heard he had lost his share of the club and that he had become a drug addict and alcoholic.
A shame, because the chicks used to love him. He looked like Rod Stewart, don’t cha know.
Mind you, it is quite understandable under the circumstances. you see, losing your leg and finding yourself disabled is hard enough to cope with. Its even worse, when your fucking surname is Foote… I kid you not.
Anyway, have a read of the two following links and maybe let me know if I am being too harsh, in questioning Adrianne’s story. Sadly, in view of everything else that we know about the Boston Bombings; I doubt that I am.
Until the next time,
Who knows, but much love anyway.