Friday, July 13, 2007

The handy work of Mark Nigon

This is what resulted from Mark Nigon's decision to drive drunk and nearly take my life. You have been warned, ............... These are graphic

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The pin at the tip went all the way through the end of the bone so that the bone could be rebuilt around it

Three more pins were needed as the entire foot was shattered. You can see were the metal came through and spiked through the bottom of my foot.

My knee was cut open so that metal rods and pins could be placed inside my tibia and fibula.

This is were my fibula came out of the side of my leg

A couple pictures of metal abrasions and bedsores

I am working on getting a hold of the xrays so you can see the internal injuries (ie fractured pelvic sockets, three hip fractures, pubic diastasis ect ect ect

Here are some pictures of my jeep

Yes, I was actually sitting in this seat. You can see my cell phone, it wasn't recovered from the reckage until 6 months later after Mark Nigon's sentencing

Mark Nigon, doesn't feel sorry for any of this. He thinks that only God can judge him for this. Mark Nigon needs to be held accountable for this before your kids are injured by his drunken escapades next.


tina said...

Okay, I forgot to comment here. awful photo's to say the least, but necessary to show the destruction of drinking and driving. Now my feet hurt.

ktbug1031 said...

OOOOHHHH Sweetie. No wonder it still hurt when I stepped on your toe 5 months later! I still feel bad about that.

Every time I see the pictures of your jeep (and some of these I had not yet seen) I feel so lucky that you are still in my life.

I'm silenced and humbled by what you have been through.

I don't even know what to say, so I'll just say that I love you and miss you and am glad that you survived.

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