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My plastic surgeon saved my life
When I saw this headline I couldn't resist posting. I had reconstructive surgery at age 12 after a horrific accident in gym class…
There was a ton of construction going on at my middle school at the time the accident occurred. It was a beautiful sunny day in June, I remember like it was yesterday. I was dressed in a brand new outfit (a white button up sleeveless shirt with cowboy boots imprinted on the chest and jean shorts). Our gym class was playing baseball on a soccer field (due to all the construction we did not have proper bases or a dug out). It was my turn to bat. I stood waiting patiently for my cue when suddenly I was knocked to the ground. Things were fuzzy for a few minutes then I must have come too. Immediately I knew something was wrong. I had been standing directly behind a boy who had just swung the metal baseball bat with all his might. He hit me on the back swing. I realized quickly from all the blood that it was coming from my face. I started crying. Then I remember starting to pray out loud. I thought I was going to die. The teacher and students carried me to the clinic where they called 9-1-1. As soon as the ambulance came I remember looking down at my new white shirt only now it was blood red. In the ambulance the paramedics asked me, "Who is the President of the United States" I answered with a confident, "Bill Clinton". At the hospital I remember seeing my mom and dad first thing. Suddenly the fear of dying left my body and I remember feeling safe. The doctors and nurses were panicking because the injury was so bad and I was so young. The first thing they did was put me in a CAT scan to make sure I wasn't suffering from any brain damage or bleeding. I must have blacked out because I woke up vomiting in the CAT scan and begging them to stop. That is about the last vivid memory I have from the day.
The days after were worse. The pain set in and for the first time I caught my reflection in the back of a “Get Well Soon” balloon. The sight of my own face frightened me, I looked like something out of a horror film. I cried again. We were told that without reconstructive surgery my face would never look the same. My parents didn't hesitate. In fact, at the time, I happened to play soccer with a girl who's dad was a big wig doc out of Georgetown Hospital. He connected us with Dr. Posnick, one of the best facial reconstructive surgeons in the DC area.
If I'm not mistaken (don't quote me on this) I may still be his youngest patient he’s ever had to perform a face lift on =). At the end of the day, the impact from the metal baseball bat crushed the entire left side of my skull barely missing my temple and left eye, which most likely would have killed me or left me partially blind. Dr. Posnick and his team of amazing surgeons put my face back together with one surgery, a titanium metal plate and three titanium screws. He saved more than my face, he saved my life.
Thank you Dr. Posnick for your beautiful reconstructive work. The picture attached is from my wedding day on 10/1/11.
Shannon (30 years old)