Help Ryan Dale Recover from Severe Injuries!

Hello. My name is Ryan Dale. I am currently facing homelessness as a result of this injury and because the only place I could go after rehab was my drug addict father’s apartment where he continues to smoke crack in his seventies. The plans for the funds I raise will be to assist me paying any hospital bills not covered by my insurance especially if this BBB kills my medi-cal. I am trying to take full advantage of the insurance whilst I have it but it’s looking like it may not covered specialists needed once the cast comes off in 6 plus weeks. Any other funds will go to hopefully leaving California either to return to NYC or up to Portland to be near my best bud in the whole wide world, Ben. I would love to be able to help hom in any capacity with his small business for all the help that he’s given me which has helped keep me grounded with all the drama in my life. That said, I will be purchasing a new bed and putting first and last and deposit on an apartment. That’s about the extent of my purchases at first. Hopefully I will be on my way to figuring out a trade by then that aligns with possibly never walking right again. So something that allows for a cane. A dope one that reflects the pimp stroll.

A little back story of how I ended up here: initially, my told me he was done using (which was a lie) and the he needsd my help because he was wheelchair bound himself. I promised him I would help for a month on the conditions that he had a safe working vehicle, there were no more drugs in the house and that his “friend” Jack was no longer illegally squatting there and had moved out. What I went to was an apartment in such disarray, such squalor, it’s a wonder my father was still alive. And Jack was still there and so were the drugs. If he does indeed have a lung disease, then smoking dope makes no sense when you are in your right mind. Clearly he has not been thinking straight. He also lied about a working vehicle. At this point, I had over 100 hundred days sober but seemingly my Dad crack skinny and knockin on Death’s door was a huge trigger for me as were all the lies and so I relapsed. There is no excuse. I hate that I became week and let myself give in but between this and my only support system assing me up, I gave up. Temporarily. This is why I chose to think of this injury as divine intervention. I was not drunk at the time, but I was on my way to buy alcohol when this freak accident happened and then my higher power took away my get away sticks and broke my ankle to keep me in my place. I cancelled the alcohol order and got myself upstairs and debated for days if I was going to come to the hospital at all.

What really happened: I was walking too fast, and I stepped off the curb and rolled my ankle so severely I heard it POP. Then I fell and rolled out but managed to tear my right rotator cuff as well. I was stubborn and jumped up, alternating between each foot, trying not to put weight on my right until I was at my dad’s elevator. At this point, I knew something was really wrong. I rode the elevator to the second floor where I had to drag myself across the sandpaper carpet of my dad’s building until I was at his apartment and then dragged myself across the floor to his bedroom and into his bed. At this point, I did not want to take off my shoe because I knew it would balloon up, which it did later even after icing my ankle. I did end up taking the shoe off a day later, and it was excruciating. We finally called 911, and the fire department came. They were so freaked out by the fact that it looked like a compound fracture. They brought me to the ER at UCI Medical Center for all my surgeries.

To begin with, my first doctor was determined to reset the foot manually. For hours, he would push “fent 100” and then he and two assistants would climb on my body or hold my arm because it was so painful. Apparently, my foot started to heal the wrong way. It started to heal outwards, and because of this, surgeries number 1 & 2 were necessary. Luckily, they were able to do them together. My shoulder repair and the ankle stabilizer were done at the same time. This is my second time repairing my rotator cuff. If you know me, this right shoulder injury has been a chronic problem for years. I had surgery on it in 2023, and that’s probably why it tore so easily again this time. So, in summation, I shattered my ankle in a freak accident where I also tore my shoulder and broke my scapula again. I will be in a cast, bed, and wheelchair for 8 weeks, and I’m unable to put any weight on that foot. I’m also not allowed to use my right arm at all either. Basically, the entire right side of my body is useless for two months, and then when the cast comes off, I can go to a specialty clinic to work on building strength in my shoulder and ankle and hopefully slowly start to learn to walk again (with the help of a cane). Please help me get money together for the clinic as it may be the only thing my insurance does not cover. I also have no idea how long I will be able to stay in recuperative care before I have to find my own place as well. I am working on getting HUD housing, but that could take forever. They are saying years actually. Anything and everything helps. Thank you.