I'm alive...
and it's purely and simply a miracle.
My right phemer was completely broken, and they had to insert a titanium rod into my leg so I will be able to walk again. My left ankle was completely mangled and my ACL was torn all the way. almost every inch of my body has a bruise on it. I have a huge gash i my left hand/wrist, and on one from my mouth across my chin and I broke my nose. eventually, I will walk again, but for now, I'm mostly in a wheelchair.
it hurts. alot.
but there are worse things than the pain.
Like having to depend on other people to do the simplest things.
like nightmares or the flash backs. everyday it happens...I go right back to the moment of the accident. I can smell the engine of the car smoking, I can feel the pressure on my legs, I can feel the sweat on my face, I can taste the blood in my mouth, and I can here police and firemen yelling.
"female victim. front seat. conscious and moving, but I dont think she's going to make it."
"I dont think we can get her out of the car!"
"call for emergency air lift"
...so i was airlifted to brigham and womens in boston, put on life support because i couldnt breath by myself, and rushed into the ICU. I was in a coma for 3 days and I'm still in the hospital. I moved from brigham to franciscan for rehab...
I have my cell phone...calls would be greatly appriciated. so would advice on ryan...he was driving...and he almost killed me...but I dont know weather to be mad at him or not....mostly I just hate him when I have to do PT and it hurts, or when i have to re-learn how to walk and stuff like that...i dont know....
My right phemer was completely broken, and they had to insert a titanium rod into my leg so I will be able to walk again. My left ankle was completely mangled and my ACL was torn all the way. almost every inch of my body has a bruise on it. I have a huge gash i my left hand/wrist, and on one from my mouth across my chin and I broke my nose. eventually, I will walk again, but for now, I'm mostly in a wheelchair.
it hurts. alot.
but there are worse things than the pain.
Like having to depend on other people to do the simplest things.
like nightmares or the flash backs. everyday it happens...I go right back to the moment of the accident. I can smell the engine of the car smoking, I can feel the pressure on my legs, I can feel the sweat on my face, I can taste the blood in my mouth, and I can here police and firemen yelling.
"female victim. front seat. conscious and moving, but I dont think she's going to make it."
"I dont think we can get her out of the car!"
"call for emergency air lift"
...so i was airlifted to brigham and womens in boston, put on life support because i couldnt breath by myself, and rushed into the ICU. I was in a coma for 3 days and I'm still in the hospital. I moved from brigham to franciscan for rehab...
I have my cell phone...calls would be greatly appriciated. so would advice on ryan...he was driving...and he almost killed me...but I dont know weather to be mad at him or not....mostly I just hate him when I have to do PT and it hurts, or when i have to re-learn how to walk and stuff like that...i dont know....