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Wait?! What happened to you? A story of the last year of my life.

Hello everyone,

My name is MPO Christopher Sloan, and I am a Police Officer with the City of Forest Park in Forest Park, Georgia. On the evening of November 28th, 2020 while on-duty in my city, my partner and I responded to a Person Intoxicated call. We were told while we were on the way there that a female was under the influence of alcohol and was trying to get into a house she did not belong at. When we arrived at the address for the call, we discovered a young naked female who was actually under the effect of some sort of drug or drugs. It took us several minutes of talking with her and trying to get a blanket or something wrapped around her (it was 38 degrees outside at the time) before we were finally able to get her to sit in the back of partner's patrol vehicle (a Chevy Tahoe). While my partner was speaking with the family, I had gone back to my patrol vehicle to try and get the young lady identified and find someone in her family to come to us, in hopes of her telling them how she had ended up at this house. While trying to get her identified, I see from the corner of my eye, my partner's patrol vehicle begin to roll forward slowly. At the moment this was happening, I thought either the vehicle's transmission had failed or maybe it was not all the way in park, but that regardless, the young woman was trapped in the backseat of a vehicle that was now in a free roll. I bolted from my driver's seat, heading to the back of my patrol vehicle with the intent of going between the vehicles, behind my partner's as it passed by and then go for the driver's seat in an attempt to stop the vehicle. When I got past the back of my car, I looked up to see the young woman was in the driver's seat. She locked eyes on me, gunned the engine and turned towards me. I managed to get to the edge of the vehicle before she hit me in the chest with the passenger side headlight assembly, knocking me to the ground, driving over both legs, and then flinging my body approximately 40 feet as she fled from the scene. At the scene, it was obvious my tibia and my fibula of my right leg were broken, and both bones had broken through the skin and were causing arterial bleeding. I also was having issues out of the ribs on my left side, though thankfully nothing pierced in that area.

I was rushed to a trauma center where the staff only focused on the obvious injuries. My Captain brought my wife to the hospital where she immediately had to begin advocating for me because no one was paying attention to the fact my left ankle was just as badly swollen as my right foot and leg. After having to argue with the doctor, additional x-rays were taken and it was discovered that my left ankle was also broken.

I was taken to emergency surgery a couple hours later where a rod was inserted in the length of my tibia. The fibula was set to heal on it's own and my left ankle was placed into a large boot that went from toes to knee. After surgery, my right foot and lower leg were placed in a matching boot. The next morning, a PT/OT team was sent to check on me as the doctor had posted that I should be able to stand on the leg post surgery. When I attempted to stand, the pain was so bad I fell back on my bed. For the next 10 days, I told every member of the hospital and doctor staff that walked through the door to please x-ray my foot. When they finally did, they found it was broken as well and would require surgery to repair. So on my 7 year anniversary with the department, I was taken back into surgery where a plate and screws were placed into my foot to hold the broken pieces in place.

After 20 days in the hospital, I was able to go home, with the final tally being 5 broken bones, 4 fractured ribs, and a partly collapsed left lung. Sadly, 9 days later (Christmas Morning), my wife and I both were diagnosed with COVID. That was a long and hard two weeks to which I probably should have gone back to the hospital, but was unwilling to be separated from my wife who was also suffering with it and we were trying to take care of each other.

Early in January, finally starting to feel better post COVID, I suffered a massive pulmonary embolism here at the house from blood clots forming in the foot the surgery had been done on and had to be rushed to the hospital again. My wife and our roommate fought hard to keep me conscious and reminding me to take breaths because I kept blacking out while we waited for rescue, the paramedics and I saved me a second time onboard the rescue unit when I started to suffocate out again, and then the doctor at the hospital was waiting on us at the hospital and started getting the ball rolling to get the clot-buster infusions setup to save my life a third time all within 40-50 minutes of when the embolism started. I would spend the next 5 days on a gurney in the ER of the hospital because the hospital was so over run with COVID patients that there was no room in the ICU for me. My wife and kids are suffering from the trauma that night as they consistently flash back to seeing me unresponsive on the floor and being drug through my house in a soft stretcher (think body bag but for moving someone to a gurney safely with several people helping lift.

It seemed like things were finally giving us a break after I came home this time and I could honestly start trying to heal from everything.

Over the next few months, the surgical foot would get infected every 40-60 days. The doctor in charge of my case would issue antibiotics, but refused getting wound care involved or looking into things further. Finally, in September, I asked Workman's Comp for new doctor and we switched practices. The day I met the new doctor, he wanted to get x-rays and when they placed my foot in the position it needed to be in, the top opened about a 1/2 an inch and puss flowed every where. I was taken into emergency surgery the next morning on October 6th to remove the hardware and the staph infection that was as big around as a 50 cent piece and went from skin level down to the hardware. My body luckily had been building proteins around it to keep it from spreading, but when it got inflamed it would basically let off pressure through the skin level of my foot. The doctor flat told me it was a miracle it had not spread to the bones or blood stream, but an Infectious Disease Team / Wound Care Team was brought into take over care against the infection to which I have had to under go infusions of antibiotics to finish clearing out any signs of the infection.

In the aftermath of things, my foot and leg are permanently damaged, and in January will be assessed to see what their disability ratings will be. My doctor has already told me my career as a police officer is over as has my therapist. I've been diagnosed with multiple forms of PTSD due to the attack itself, the multiple brushes with death, the complex trauma of all the ongoing medical issues, as well as things I've seen over my career that have come back to haunt me.

There are a number of things that have to take place now, as a result of all of this and being on a reduced salary (Work Comp only pays 66% of your salary on total disability). After severe encouragement from family and friends, my wife and I have decided to set up this fundraiser and ask the community at large for assistance to help with finishing up this horrible chapter of our lives and trying to move on to something more stable and with luck better days. At this point, we are facing having to replace our vehicle with something that is not painful to get into, out of, or drive. I need to relocate my family out of the environment where they are forced to face the trauma they have been through over and over again, and my doctor has told me that consistent aqua-therapy will be necessary to help me keep any ground I regain during all of this as well as hold the incoming mass arthritis due to the impact from the patrol vehicle that is coming. My wife and children need therapy which Workman's Comp doesn't cover even though it's all part of the case from the initial attack. These are just a few of the major changes we are trying to figure out how to cope with in the coming months.

It is my hope that if you are reading this that you can help with this campaign. Even if you cannot donate, help share and spread the word. Every little bit helps!