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Well I haven't updated this thing in close to 2 years, but after the way the past 2 weeks have unfolded, especially on top of this past year, I really have a lot of thoughts to get out on "paper."
First of all, I have met some amazing people this past year. The weird thing is, it's like we are all puzzle pieces, and we just fit together perfectly. We're a family and we all love each other so much. It's this group of guys and a couple girls at school.
Well, 2 weeks ago this Sunday, 4 of us got into a bad car accident. We went to a swimming hole and to get to it you park along the right shoulder of a busy road. My friend Terry was driving, and he didn't look carefully enough when he pulled a u-turn. A truck t-boned us on the driver's side, and I was sitting on that side behind Terry. Steve and Nicole got some minor cuts and bruises, but are pretty much ok now. Terry has been in a coma with a long list of injuries including his brain and lungs, and I have a broken collarbone, muscle damage and a chip off my bone behind my left knee, and a lacerated kidney.
I have to go into detail about what I felt from impact right up to now. I don't ever want to forget this, because, as I just put below my picture on the "new" facebook: Life is precious, don't take it for granted. Love is healing, don't turn it away.
I looked to my left, and saw a truck coming at us, I had no time to react. next thing I know I felt an overwhelming jerk, I couldn't breathe, and I was extremely dizzy, beyond dizzy. All I wanted to do was let myself fall asleep, go unconscious, whatever.. but I couldn't; I have a family at home, most importantly my mom, who would be devastated to get a call saying her daughter is unconscious. No, I had to make sure I was ok. I kept gasping for air saying "Oh my God" over and over. I had no idea what had just happened, but I looked down to see a deep, deep gash the size of a baseball below the back of my left knee. Then Steve and Nicole get out of the car, and I look in front of me and I see maybe 6 inches of the front of a red truck inside the car.. right in front of me, pinning an immobile Terry to his seat. Nicole says "K-Fresh, you have to get out of the car, you have to get out." I look at Terry and I was so scared he might be dead. I kept saying his name, and he finally started moaning. I knew I couldn't do anything, and I felt the car would harm me more if I didn't get out, so I got out. Me and Nicole ran and laid on the side of the road as a bunch of girls surrounded us, and Steve paced all over trying to comprehend what had just happened. All I could think about was my mom, who had just called me maybe 2 minutes before this asking for help with her homework. I told her I'd call her back in 10 minutes because the service was bad.
I asked one of the girls, who we met at the swimming hole, to call my mom. She told her what happened, and I kept saying "Make sure she knows I'm ok, and tell her it wasn't my car!" Another girl who was at the swimming hole sat behind me holding my head straight, asking me questions about myself to make sure I was ok. I can't confirm this, but according to the newspaper, it took them 30 minutes to get Terry out of the car; they cut the top off, and lifeflighted him to Geisinger in Danville, where he is still in ICU. The paramedics came and painfully got me on a board, then on a stretcher, then in the ambulance, then to the ER.
I must say at this point, everyone who had cared/helped in any way up to and after this point, were amazing. I thanked everyone as much as I could, they made me ok, I know I wouldn't have died, but I was scared, and they cared for me. I am eternally grateful.
I then got to the ER. My friend Scott who was also swimming with us came to the ER and stayed with me for about an hour being the great friend he is. He helped me call my parents. They tried to irrigate the gash in my leg because it was so dirty. One nurse told me if it got infected badly, my leg might be amputated. Luckily, she said it would take days of not caring for it for that to happen.. whew! Finally they put me in a room, still in the ER, right next to Steve. We talked about how painful the boards we were on were. Mind you, I was on this board for at least 2 hours without moving, my bum and back of my head started to hurt more than my injuries! They finally took me off and Steve said he was jealous. I went for x-rays and came back, and another doctor tried to irrigate my leg, but moreso than before. I screeammed, and apologized to him - I didn't want him to think I was ungrateful. Then I heard my dad's voice outside the curtain - I was elated, they let my parents in and my eyes welled up. I felt so bad for worrying them like that.
Basically from here on out it's all the same. I had visitors and I was taken care of and on a lot of morphine. Although, I did get surgery on my leg to repair the torn muscle, and I was on an IV for a while. Finally, when I was told I could get out of bed because they were finally confident my kidney was improving, I was scared.. I had been in the same position for 3 days. They rushed me out of bed to physical therapy.. I cried. I learned how I would get around in my wheelchair the next week, and was ejected to go home.
Since then, my mom has been absolutely amazing. I have always loved her, but I appreciate her love and just plain her more than I ever have before. My brother Randy was amazing too last weekend. He was so eager to help me, I cried when he left... he's such a good brother.
Today, I went to see Terry for the first time, as I went to see my doctor so I was out of the house for the 1st time. It was overwhelming. He is expected to wake up soon. I could tell he heard me when I talked and that he knew I was there. He finally opened his eyes a tiny bit and moved his arm and leg a bit, I knew he wanted to respond to me. When I said I was leaving, I saw his tongue move. I could tell he wanted to talk, I felt so guilty and sad for leaving. My parents were so wonderful for driving me down to Danville to see him, it was so important to me.
I wish I could have added more to this because I have so many more thoughts, but I'm getting sick of typing and I'm kind of tired. I'll probably end up editing this later. But all I'm saying, is life is so precious. You don't realize until you are in such a severe accident that it is so extremely important to be a cautious driver. And love, don't take your loved ones for granted. They will be the ones to pull you through when life gets tough. To me, love is the best medicine of all.
First of all, I have met some amazing people this past year. The weird thing is, it's like we are all puzzle pieces, and we just fit together perfectly. We're a family and we all love each other so much. It's this group of guys and a couple girls at school.
Well, 2 weeks ago this Sunday, 4 of us got into a bad car accident. We went to a swimming hole and to get to it you park along the right shoulder of a busy road. My friend Terry was driving, and he didn't look carefully enough when he pulled a u-turn. A truck t-boned us on the driver's side, and I was sitting on that side behind Terry. Steve and Nicole got some minor cuts and bruises, but are pretty much ok now. Terry has been in a coma with a long list of injuries including his brain and lungs, and I have a broken collarbone, muscle damage and a chip off my bone behind my left knee, and a lacerated kidney.
I have to go into detail about what I felt from impact right up to now. I don't ever want to forget this, because, as I just put below my picture on the "new" facebook: Life is precious, don't take it for granted. Love is healing, don't turn it away.
I looked to my left, and saw a truck coming at us, I had no time to react. next thing I know I felt an overwhelming jerk, I couldn't breathe, and I was extremely dizzy, beyond dizzy. All I wanted to do was let myself fall asleep, go unconscious, whatever.. but I couldn't; I have a family at home, most importantly my mom, who would be devastated to get a call saying her daughter is unconscious. No, I had to make sure I was ok. I kept gasping for air saying "Oh my God" over and over. I had no idea what had just happened, but I looked down to see a deep, deep gash the size of a baseball below the back of my left knee. Then Steve and Nicole get out of the car, and I look in front of me and I see maybe 6 inches of the front of a red truck inside the car.. right in front of me, pinning an immobile Terry to his seat. Nicole says "K-Fresh, you have to get out of the car, you have to get out." I look at Terry and I was so scared he might be dead. I kept saying his name, and he finally started moaning. I knew I couldn't do anything, and I felt the car would harm me more if I didn't get out, so I got out. Me and Nicole ran and laid on the side of the road as a bunch of girls surrounded us, and Steve paced all over trying to comprehend what had just happened. All I could think about was my mom, who had just called me maybe 2 minutes before this asking for help with her homework. I told her I'd call her back in 10 minutes because the service was bad.
I asked one of the girls, who we met at the swimming hole, to call my mom. She told her what happened, and I kept saying "Make sure she knows I'm ok, and tell her it wasn't my car!" Another girl who was at the swimming hole sat behind me holding my head straight, asking me questions about myself to make sure I was ok. I can't confirm this, but according to the newspaper, it took them 30 minutes to get Terry out of the car; they cut the top off, and lifeflighted him to Geisinger in Danville, where he is still in ICU. The paramedics came and painfully got me on a board, then on a stretcher, then in the ambulance, then to the ER.
I must say at this point, everyone who had cared/helped in any way up to and after this point, were amazing. I thanked everyone as much as I could, they made me ok, I know I wouldn't have died, but I was scared, and they cared for me. I am eternally grateful.
I then got to the ER. My friend Scott who was also swimming with us came to the ER and stayed with me for about an hour being the great friend he is. He helped me call my parents. They tried to irrigate the gash in my leg because it was so dirty. One nurse told me if it got infected badly, my leg might be amputated. Luckily, she said it would take days of not caring for it for that to happen.. whew! Finally they put me in a room, still in the ER, right next to Steve. We talked about how painful the boards we were on were. Mind you, I was on this board for at least 2 hours without moving, my bum and back of my head started to hurt more than my injuries! They finally took me off and Steve said he was jealous. I went for x-rays and came back, and another doctor tried to irrigate my leg, but moreso than before. I screeammed, and apologized to him - I didn't want him to think I was ungrateful. Then I heard my dad's voice outside the curtain - I was elated, they let my parents in and my eyes welled up. I felt so bad for worrying them like that.
Basically from here on out it's all the same. I had visitors and I was taken care of and on a lot of morphine. Although, I did get surgery on my leg to repair the torn muscle, and I was on an IV for a while. Finally, when I was told I could get out of bed because they were finally confident my kidney was improving, I was scared.. I had been in the same position for 3 days. They rushed me out of bed to physical therapy.. I cried. I learned how I would get around in my wheelchair the next week, and was ejected to go home.
Since then, my mom has been absolutely amazing. I have always loved her, but I appreciate her love and just plain her more than I ever have before. My brother Randy was amazing too last weekend. He was so eager to help me, I cried when he left... he's such a good brother.
Today, I went to see Terry for the first time, as I went to see my doctor so I was out of the house for the 1st time. It was overwhelming. He is expected to wake up soon. I could tell he heard me when I talked and that he knew I was there. He finally opened his eyes a tiny bit and moved his arm and leg a bit, I knew he wanted to respond to me. When I said I was leaving, I saw his tongue move. I could tell he wanted to talk, I felt so guilty and sad for leaving. My parents were so wonderful for driving me down to Danville to see him, it was so important to me.
I wish I could have added more to this because I have so many more thoughts, but I'm getting sick of typing and I'm kind of tired. I'll probably end up editing this later. But all I'm saying, is life is so precious. You don't realize until you are in such a severe accident that it is so extremely important to be a cautious driver. And love, don't take your loved ones for granted. They will be the ones to pull you through when life gets tough. To me, love is the best medicine of all.