the best paper i have ever read in my life
my friend hannah who was in the car accident who got thrown from the car sent me this today i havent talked to her since i was in the hospital visiting her and her uncle basically told me i was a horrible person and i tried to kill hannah etc. if any of you dont know i swerved to not hit a rabbit my car lost control flipped on its side went down the highway a little more and then flipped 3 times. worst day of my life.
changed everything
k heres here paper im basically putting it up for me to remember but you guys can read it too
how is everyone by the way?
Mile marker 7
The breaking glass, the screeching metal against the highway, and worst of all hearing the faint scream of Rose’s voice, was all that I remembered from that night. I didn’t expect this to happen I don’t think any of us did and all because of a bunny. I was thrown out of the window. My body lied unconscious twenty feet from the car. Before the girls found me their first instinct was that the car landed on top of me. Because after the car stopped flipping I was already out of it and they hadn’t noticed it at the time. Then they got out of the car and started searching. Someone heard me moaning and saw my fragile body just laying there, it was then that their panicking began to kick in.
It was fairly late so there weren’t many cars on the highway. There was one though that was going in the opposite direction of us who saw the accident, stopped and called 911 immediately. They got out of their car to come help us. When I heard this part of the story it honesty amazed me, the two guys who helped us were off duty fire fighters. Of all people to see the accident and be in the same place at the exact same time were fire fighters. They knew exactly what to do and helped us until the ambulance got there.
Waking up in a cold hospital room isn’t what you would think, it’s actually much worse. I was in that hospital for six days. That’s six days of my life that I will never get back. My entire body ached. I had to get my spleen removed because it ruptured, all my ribs were broken, there were a few fractured vertebras, cuts and bruises everywhere, stitches up and down my body, tubes up my nose, and three different iv’s in my arms as well as a morphine drip at my convenience. Not the best feeling in the world.
My mom told me when I was talking to my uncle on the phone I said, “I’m just glad one person was hurt badly rather then everyone”. She told me at that point she just lost it. And I didn’t even remember saying that. Everything was a blur to me. The next thing I remember was seeing my entire family. They had to drive three hours to the hospital I was at in Moline . Being that I was three hours from home it meant that we were less than an hour from Macomb . That’s how close we were. It was hard for them at first to come in my room but they were glad to see that I was still in one piece.
The six days I spent in the hospital is something that I will never try to forget being as I was so drugged up almost the whole time I was there. I had many visitors and it felt good to know that people would come from so far to see me. A lot of my friends from school came to see me and it really touched me mainly because those were people who I’ve only met this year. The one visitor that I could never forget was Rose, the driver. Regardless of how ‘out of it’ I was I distinctly remembered her face and how pale she looked. She had a shaky tone in her voice and was constantly whipping the tears off her face. She kept on saying, “I’m so sorry Hannah, I’m so sorry”. And I think I replied to her by saying, “its ok, I’m ok”. My uncle took her aside at one point and had a few words with her. He basically told her that she was a bad person and that she doesn’t drive crazy when someone he loves is in the car. But I don’t think she’s a bad person and never have and I don’t think my uncle does either he was just upset at the time.
Everyone came with cards, stuffed animals, C.D’s and so much more. But it was the company that I enjoyed the most. Something that I wish I had done was let everyone know how much everything meant to me. The stuffed animals served as pillows and made my room feel a little more like home, the C.D’s were there for me at four in the morning when I couldn’t sleep and the cards made me realize how much everyone truly cared about me. Even the nurse’s felt for me and my family. They would bring us home cooked meals (even though I couldn’t eat them), they got me cards and I guess I told one of the nurse’s that I lost one of my shoes. She went out and bought me a new pair. I couldn’t believe how nice everyone was being. But I was ready to go home. I was a little nervous about the drive home at first but my uncle was driving and I would trust him with my life. When I got home, actually I should say when I was just getting out of the car after pulling up to my house many of my neighbors came out and hugged me and told me how glad they were that I was ok.
The hardest part of everything was not being able to finish second semester last year. I know that while I was still in the hospital I remember telling all my friends that I would definitely be back in a week or two, not knowing how bad things would be when I got home. I didn’t know that I wouldn’t have been able to make it on my own for awhile. Mainly because the specific bones that broke had to heal on their own without casts and I still couldn’t walk that well yet. During my recovery I was able to catch up on just about every single TV show and talk to my friends who were still at school and get updated on the latest gossip. But right after I was able to walk again and stand without my back bothering me I got a job. And I knew I had classes that needed to be made up and I didn’t want to be behind. So, I enrolled myself in summer school. I had to take matters into my own hands and get everything together. My recovery took two months it was faster then anyone expected and it was the longest two months of my life, but it’s over now I’m ok and so are the other girls and to me that’s all that matters.
changed everything
k heres here paper im basically putting it up for me to remember but you guys can read it too
how is everyone by the way?
Mile marker 7
The breaking glass, the screeching metal against the highway, and worst of all hearing the faint scream of Rose’s voice, was all that I remembered from that night. I didn’t expect this to happen I don’t think any of us did and all because of a bunny. I was thrown out of the window. My body lied unconscious twenty feet from the car. Before the girls found me their first instinct was that the car landed on top of me. Because after the car stopped flipping I was already out of it and they hadn’t noticed it at the time. Then they got out of the car and started searching. Someone heard me moaning and saw my fragile body just laying there, it was then that their panicking began to kick in.
It was fairly late so there weren’t many cars on the highway. There was one though that was going in the opposite direction of us who saw the accident, stopped and called 911 immediately. They got out of their car to come help us. When I heard this part of the story it honesty amazed me, the two guys who helped us were off duty fire fighters. Of all people to see the accident and be in the same place at the exact same time were fire fighters. They knew exactly what to do and helped us until the ambulance got there.
Waking up in a cold hospital room isn’t what you would think, it’s actually much worse. I was in that hospital for six days. That’s six days of my life that I will never get back. My entire body ached. I had to get my spleen removed because it ruptured, all my ribs were broken, there were a few fractured vertebras, cuts and bruises everywhere, stitches up and down my body, tubes up my nose, and three different iv’s in my arms as well as a morphine drip at my convenience. Not the best feeling in the world.
My mom told me when I was talking to my uncle on the phone I said, “I’m just glad one person was hurt badly rather then everyone”. She told me at that point she just lost it. And I didn’t even remember saying that. Everything was a blur to me. The next thing I remember was seeing my entire family. They had to drive three hours to the hospital I was at in Moline . Being that I was three hours from home it meant that we were less than an hour from Macomb . That’s how close we were. It was hard for them at first to come in my room but they were glad to see that I was still in one piece.
The six days I spent in the hospital is something that I will never try to forget being as I was so drugged up almost the whole time I was there. I had many visitors and it felt good to know that people would come from so far to see me. A lot of my friends from school came to see me and it really touched me mainly because those were people who I’ve only met this year. The one visitor that I could never forget was Rose, the driver. Regardless of how ‘out of it’ I was I distinctly remembered her face and how pale she looked. She had a shaky tone in her voice and was constantly whipping the tears off her face. She kept on saying, “I’m so sorry Hannah, I’m so sorry”. And I think I replied to her by saying, “its ok, I’m ok”. My uncle took her aside at one point and had a few words with her. He basically told her that she was a bad person and that she doesn’t drive crazy when someone he loves is in the car. But I don’t think she’s a bad person and never have and I don’t think my uncle does either he was just upset at the time.
Everyone came with cards, stuffed animals, C.D’s and so much more. But it was the company that I enjoyed the most. Something that I wish I had done was let everyone know how much everything meant to me. The stuffed animals served as pillows and made my room feel a little more like home, the C.D’s were there for me at four in the morning when I couldn’t sleep and the cards made me realize how much everyone truly cared about me. Even the nurse’s felt for me and my family. They would bring us home cooked meals (even though I couldn’t eat them), they got me cards and I guess I told one of the nurse’s that I lost one of my shoes. She went out and bought me a new pair. I couldn’t believe how nice everyone was being. But I was ready to go home. I was a little nervous about the drive home at first but my uncle was driving and I would trust him with my life. When I got home, actually I should say when I was just getting out of the car after pulling up to my house many of my neighbors came out and hugged me and told me how glad they were that I was ok.
The hardest part of everything was not being able to finish second semester last year. I know that while I was still in the hospital I remember telling all my friends that I would definitely be back in a week or two, not knowing how bad things would be when I got home. I didn’t know that I wouldn’t have been able to make it on my own for awhile. Mainly because the specific bones that broke had to heal on their own without casts and I still couldn’t walk that well yet. During my recovery I was able to catch up on just about every single TV show and talk to my friends who were still at school and get updated on the latest gossip. But right after I was able to walk again and stand without my back bothering me I got a job. And I knew I had classes that needed to be made up and I didn’t want to be behind. So, I enrolled myself in summer school. I had to take matters into my own hands and get everything together. My recovery took two months it was faster then anyone expected and it was the longest two months of my life, but it’s over now I’m ok and so are the other girls and to me that’s all that matters.