I am on this platform because I am in desparate need of help. My circumstances are very critical and I will be without a home.
The short version is, I had a work accident more than 2 years ago. My right humerous arm bone was broken in three places. Among other injuries, I suffered nerve damage to my feet and legs. I have developed high blood pressure and the onset of diabetes. I just learned that worker comp benefits will end on August 12th.
My living benefits are now officially OVER.
I had my surgery on September 13th, 2016. According to the doctor, it was" very, VERY BAD!" He had to find the nerve buried within the fracture. Carefully move it out of the way before he could clean up the debris of the broken bones. The bicep muscle was caught between the fractures. He had to recut the bone to straighten it out, place a twelve inch long, metal plate with a dozen screws, to hold it all in place. The over two year wait didnt do me any favors. I now have a long healing process and eventually physical therapy. Meanwhile, I no longer have living benefits and I desperately need your continued help. I need to raise a minimum of $4,000 to survive through January 2017. Anything will help, I would be very grateful. Thank you.
Through mis-diagnosis, lack of information, mis-information, screwed-up paper work, incompetence, stupidity, lack of care, waste of time and so many other awful things, I have suffered a broken arm and other injuries for over two (2)years!
I have nothing left to survive on. I am reaching out to friends, family and the kindness of strangers to help me through this scary ordeal. The money I seek may seem a lot but it is the bare bone minimum I need to survive for a year. This last year, I have sold my car, TV, music system, entertainment center, furniture, clothes, fabrics and anyhing else I can think of.
Your donation will help keep a roof over my head, the electricity and gas on, medications that I desperately need, health supplements for my diabetes, nutritional needs and toilet paper!
I am truly grateful to you for taking the time to read this and for your donation. I will not spend one dollar towards anything frivolous, this I promise. This is the short version. For those who like novels...read on!
My name is Rosaria Vitale. I am an independent clothing designer or as I like to call myself, a Clothing Artist!
I specialize in plus sizes, all sizes of sexy and beautiful. I am one of the early pioneers of plus size bikinis. True body acceptance, in all forms. Also, I designed costumes for belly dancers, well, any kind of dancer, really. I love the joy of movement and freedom and expression. My spirit soars when I see my designs in motion on a dancer or a plus size bathing beauty, lounging by the pool wearing a custom designed swimsuit. I love what I do!
Here is my story...
I was working at a clothing/dancwewar manufacturer in Los Angeles. My friend of 26 years, owned the company and was in desperate need of help. Of course, I would be there and do whatever I could to help relieve her stress. On August 15th of 2014, I had work related accident.
The production room was a large warehouse type of space with cement floors and various shapes and sizes of rugs and carpets strewn about. I tripped over one of those unsecured rugs and severely injured myself. Have you ever pushed a chair under the table and it takes the rug with it? It causes a ripple in the rug...well, that is what I tripped over. Instead of falling flat on my face (believe me, that would have been the better option!)
I did a running fall of about twelve feet. I was bent over, kinda like a football player ready to make a tackle. I crashed into the dryer, smashed my right foot into the base, smashed my right arm. I heard and felt the snap of the bone. I bounced off the dryer, fell heavy and hard against the bare cement floor, causing severe nerve damage to those areas of my body. I was carrying a ceramic mug in my left hand, it broke into pieces and one of the shards sliced open my forehead, less than an inch from my left eye. I didn't feel the cut or even know I was bleeding until I saw the blood pooling around me. What I did feel, was the broken bone in my arm. The feeling and control was just...gone. I never felt anything like that in my life. My brain said, "Move arm" and ... nothing.
I was taken away in an ambulance to the ER . After many hours of waiting, tests, scans and an Xray, I got the bad news. My right humerous was broken in THREE places. Oh my lord! You can see the break in the X-ray photo. What do I do? Where do I go? I had no insurance. They couldn't put a cast on because of the location and nature of the break. I left the hospital with cut up clothes, stitches above my left eye, a sling and 3 pain pills!
I went to a hospital in the medical network close to my home. Not once did I see a real live ortho doctor. I saw a P.A (physician assistant),the Xray tech and an "order doctor." I was told this bad break would heal itself. Not once did they address the nerve damage although I complained each and every time I went to an appointment. The "order doctor" said,"Let's wait and see.." Over two years later, I am still waiting!
Two months later, I was "healed" enough for physical therapy. Really? With a broken arm? The "order dotor" and workers comp agreed. They said to "push me as hard as I was able." It didnt work, it was painful and I cried. My first set of lawyers were useless. That is another long story. Anyway, fed up, I fired everyone in January of 2015.
I found a good worker comp lawyer and a real ortho specialist. On March 31st, 2015 ( my 56th birthday) I saw the doctor. The X-ray was taken. He took one look and said I needed surgery. It would never heal on its own. He classified it as a "disastrous break." In May, I had an appointment with another specialist. He only worked on upper extremities. Yup, needs surgery, with a rod and some screws and other things. My surgery was set in September of 2015. I would never have 100% use of my right arm, ever again. He didn't know how much damage the break caused, until he cut my arm open. Then a nurse took my blood pressure. It was sky high, 198/110. The doctor nealy fell over and wondered how I was still standing. Now, I needed BP meds and other tests. The insurance company denied 99% of every request. I failed the pre-op and the surgery was cancelled.
More bad news, I found out I had diabetes. Wait, what?...how did that happen? I've always felt healthy and strong, rarely sick except for a cold. Now, I am really freaking out, what do I do? I had no clue. Doc said I needed meds to get it under control. I became one of those people who were forced to make a difficult choice...pay for meds or keep the electricity on. More denials from the insurance company. Without meds, I failed the second pre-op. My second surgery date was cancelled. My third date is August 17th, 2016. ( Was cancelled.)
I have been depressed, despondent, angry and bitter about all of this. Those emotions are not me and I refuse to give in to them. Two years later, I am now 58 and ready to get this over with once and for all.
My dear friends came to the rescue, especially Satu. She knows more about drugs and health supplements than anyone I know. With her help, I've learned a lot. I've changed my eating habits to support a more healthy lifestyle, learned about super foods, berberine, I walk daily, am taking control of my life and learning everything I can about my conditions. More than anything I want to have a healthy life.
I see the light. God didn't like the path I was on, so he chose a different one. I am grateful for that. But, Lord, did it have to be so painful and so overwhelming?! I think it had to be...
Thank you for reading all of this. I appreciate comments, suggestions, advice and recipies! God Bless.
The short version is, I had a work accident more than 2 years ago. My right humerous arm bone was broken in three places. Among other injuries, I suffered nerve damage to my feet and legs. I have developed high blood pressure and the onset of diabetes. I just learned that worker comp benefits will end on August 12th.
My living benefits are now officially OVER.
I had my surgery on September 13th, 2016. According to the doctor, it was" very, VERY BAD!" He had to find the nerve buried within the fracture. Carefully move it out of the way before he could clean up the debris of the broken bones. The bicep muscle was caught between the fractures. He had to recut the bone to straighten it out, place a twelve inch long, metal plate with a dozen screws, to hold it all in place. The over two year wait didnt do me any favors. I now have a long healing process and eventually physical therapy. Meanwhile, I no longer have living benefits and I desperately need your continued help. I need to raise a minimum of $4,000 to survive through January 2017. Anything will help, I would be very grateful. Thank you.
Through mis-diagnosis, lack of information, mis-information, screwed-up paper work, incompetence, stupidity, lack of care, waste of time and so many other awful things, I have suffered a broken arm and other injuries for over two (2)years!
I have nothing left to survive on. I am reaching out to friends, family and the kindness of strangers to help me through this scary ordeal. The money I seek may seem a lot but it is the bare bone minimum I need to survive for a year. This last year, I have sold my car, TV, music system, entertainment center, furniture, clothes, fabrics and anyhing else I can think of.
Your donation will help keep a roof over my head, the electricity and gas on, medications that I desperately need, health supplements for my diabetes, nutritional needs and toilet paper!
I am truly grateful to you for taking the time to read this and for your donation. I will not spend one dollar towards anything frivolous, this I promise. This is the short version. For those who like novels...read on!
My name is Rosaria Vitale. I am an independent clothing designer or as I like to call myself, a Clothing Artist!
I specialize in plus sizes, all sizes of sexy and beautiful. I am one of the early pioneers of plus size bikinis. True body acceptance, in all forms. Also, I designed costumes for belly dancers, well, any kind of dancer, really. I love the joy of movement and freedom and expression. My spirit soars when I see my designs in motion on a dancer or a plus size bathing beauty, lounging by the pool wearing a custom designed swimsuit. I love what I do!
Here is my story...
I was working at a clothing/dancwewar manufacturer in Los Angeles. My friend of 26 years, owned the company and was in desperate need of help. Of course, I would be there and do whatever I could to help relieve her stress. On August 15th of 2014, I had work related accident.
The production room was a large warehouse type of space with cement floors and various shapes and sizes of rugs and carpets strewn about. I tripped over one of those unsecured rugs and severely injured myself. Have you ever pushed a chair under the table and it takes the rug with it? It causes a ripple in the rug...well, that is what I tripped over. Instead of falling flat on my face (believe me, that would have been the better option!)
I did a running fall of about twelve feet. I was bent over, kinda like a football player ready to make a tackle. I crashed into the dryer, smashed my right foot into the base, smashed my right arm. I heard and felt the snap of the bone. I bounced off the dryer, fell heavy and hard against the bare cement floor, causing severe nerve damage to those areas of my body. I was carrying a ceramic mug in my left hand, it broke into pieces and one of the shards sliced open my forehead, less than an inch from my left eye. I didn't feel the cut or even know I was bleeding until I saw the blood pooling around me. What I did feel, was the broken bone in my arm. The feeling and control was just...gone. I never felt anything like that in my life. My brain said, "Move arm" and ... nothing.
I was taken away in an ambulance to the ER . After many hours of waiting, tests, scans and an Xray, I got the bad news. My right humerous was broken in THREE places. Oh my lord! You can see the break in the X-ray photo. What do I do? Where do I go? I had no insurance. They couldn't put a cast on because of the location and nature of the break. I left the hospital with cut up clothes, stitches above my left eye, a sling and 3 pain pills!
I went to a hospital in the medical network close to my home. Not once did I see a real live ortho doctor. I saw a P.A (physician assistant),the Xray tech and an "order doctor." I was told this bad break would heal itself. Not once did they address the nerve damage although I complained each and every time I went to an appointment. The "order doctor" said,"Let's wait and see.." Over two years later, I am still waiting!
Two months later, I was "healed" enough for physical therapy. Really? With a broken arm? The "order dotor" and workers comp agreed. They said to "push me as hard as I was able." It didnt work, it was painful and I cried. My first set of lawyers were useless. That is another long story. Anyway, fed up, I fired everyone in January of 2015.
I found a good worker comp lawyer and a real ortho specialist. On March 31st, 2015 ( my 56th birthday) I saw the doctor. The X-ray was taken. He took one look and said I needed surgery. It would never heal on its own. He classified it as a "disastrous break." In May, I had an appointment with another specialist. He only worked on upper extremities. Yup, needs surgery, with a rod and some screws and other things. My surgery was set in September of 2015. I would never have 100% use of my right arm, ever again. He didn't know how much damage the break caused, until he cut my arm open. Then a nurse took my blood pressure. It was sky high, 198/110. The doctor nealy fell over and wondered how I was still standing. Now, I needed BP meds and other tests. The insurance company denied 99% of every request. I failed the pre-op and the surgery was cancelled.
More bad news, I found out I had diabetes. Wait, what?...how did that happen? I've always felt healthy and strong, rarely sick except for a cold. Now, I am really freaking out, what do I do? I had no clue. Doc said I needed meds to get it under control. I became one of those people who were forced to make a difficult choice...pay for meds or keep the electricity on. More denials from the insurance company. Without meds, I failed the second pre-op. My second surgery date was cancelled. My third date is August 17th, 2016. ( Was cancelled.)
I have been depressed, despondent, angry and bitter about all of this. Those emotions are not me and I refuse to give in to them. Two years later, I am now 58 and ready to get this over with once and for all.
My dear friends came to the rescue, especially Satu. She knows more about drugs and health supplements than anyone I know. With her help, I've learned a lot. I've changed my eating habits to support a more healthy lifestyle, learned about super foods, berberine, I walk daily, am taking control of my life and learning everything I can about my conditions. More than anything I want to have a healthy life.
I see the light. God didn't like the path I was on, so he chose a different one. I am grateful for that. But, Lord, did it have to be so painful and so overwhelming?! I think it had to be...
Thank you for reading all of this. I appreciate comments, suggestions, advice and recipies! God Bless.
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