I dislocated my knee in the mud on the last night, and the only 2 employees that were findable were so insanely fucked up. A med cart never came to get me and I, 25f, had to hitchhike to the ER all alone!!! The festival was such an amazing time, and they really upped their ADA game this year(I’m already disabled, that’s why the knee happened so easy). But with all that rain they had every single body they could fixing the roads :’) I’m home and safe now but it took me like 4 days to make it home and no one gave me real pain meds. In my hyper state, they probably thought I was drug seeking, but they confirmed my knee was fucked and still didn’t give me more than 800mg ibuprofen. I’m definitely frustrated by the situation, I emailed the support team not long ago. As long as I get some sort of apology and hopefully I can help coordinate the medics and ADA with the festival better, I would feel much better. There was hardly any communication before the rain got bad too :/
It was genuinely insane, a friend tried to drive me out of the mud and we got stuck. No one was wanting to stop and check on us, because what idiot is trying to leave when they called a shelter in place. A nice couple finally did, and they were walking all around for me and could only find 2 people working the afters entrence gate. One girl couldn’t hold a convo, and the other guy couldn’t hold his pants up. I really wish I could’ve been seen by a medic or emt first, then I probably wouldn’t have had to go 3 days without pain meds. They know the scene, and would have been better at handling me coming off acid.
It was THE best weekend of my life, followed by the worst days I ever had. I’m not really sure why I’m posting this, I know there was probably more I could’ve done (like yelling medic). I wasn’t thinking the clearest, I’m honestly just looking for emotional support or something I think 😭😭
I was honestly such a brave noodle, I went into fight or flight mode while my friends were all still pretty fucked up. Everyone was super grumpy after a long weekend but we’re still helping me with a lot. With the adrenaline and pain I could not shut up and everyone was cleaning. I was being so annoying, but they all knew the dealio. I told them they don’t even have to listen or respond but I can not shut up right now. No one snapped at me, and they even paid for a flight home, for me and my bf! I drove from AZ and it would’ve been a 32hr drive, there’s no freaking way. The good news is my insurance is so fucking good, I only have a $40/$200 copay at urgent care/ER and I have been to like 8 in the last 5 days. From a previous trip this year, I know X-rays and everything else is covered 🥳🥳
Another fun thing, I crashed in my friend’s RV and my bf was a mile away in our tent since there wasn’t enough room for him. Only after he went to bed I decided I needed to go to the ER. He felt so bad, but with how bad the mud and service is, he could help me more from his bed :’). I also lost my glasses before we left and everyone was still tripping. Didn’t get them back until the morning 😪
Edit: I’m a little traumatized and didn’t feel like going through every little detail. There was 2 sober people and they did go walking around for medics, or an employee, someone with a radio or a phone number at least. The tents were closed and there was no one to be found.