Well at least you’re healthy!

I was married November 7, 2014 to a man I have known for almost five years. He is the father of my two boys, and my best friend. Then on December 7, 2014 I was in a car accident (apparently that date is bad luck). It was our one month anniversary and I didn’t want to, but I had to go to work. I live along an interstate that’s speed limit is 75 mph. I got on the interstate to head to work and four miles in to my trip everyone ahead of me was slamming on their brakes. The car ahead of me had cut in front of me just before the braking started, I had no time to brake I tried, but I slammed into the behicle ahead of me still going close to 60 mph. As soon as I hit I saw everything flying around me inside the car, the air bag deployed and my seat belt jerked me back. I realized what had happened and I saw a man stop his vehicle across the interstate I started yelling help! He ran over to me and asked if I was ok. I told him I was ok, but my leg feels broken. I asked him to call my husband for a babysitter so he could meet me at the hospital, and to call my work to say I wouldn’t be there. Then I asked if the person I hit was ok. He said everyone is fine, and they paramedics are already on their way. Apparently there had been an accident ahead of us and that’s why everyone braked suddenly. I was trying to stay calm, my leg wasn’t hurting it just felt odd, and I could feel blood running from my ankles. The paramedics, cops, and firefighters arrived fairly quickly. They decided not to go through the passenger side incase that airbag decided to deploy. They opened my door, but couldn’t get my seat back to get me out (I’m short so I was fairly close to the steering wheel). They started an IV of morphine and told me they needed me to scoot myself out. They placed a board next to my booty and I started scooting. The pain increased with every move I made. Once I was out enough the paramedics laid me flat and extended my leg. That’s when the screaming started. It was the most intense pain I have ever felt, and I have had two 8+ pound babies! Once in the ambulance they gave me more morphine and bent my leg so it would be less painful. Then they began cutting and pulling off all of my clothes (all I could think was now I know why my mom always told me as a child to wear clean underwear). They cut off my bra and shirt, a shirt that was my favorite. Then cut my pants, it’s ok those pants were getting to small anyway. Then pulled off my shoes and socks. Finally they began cutting my underwear, I grabbed the paramedics arm and asked are you going to cut off my underwear? He said well us we have to. I then told him no you can’t do that I wore these underwear under my wedding dress! He laughed and said sorry, they have to go. The morphine started to kick in. We arrived at the hospital and I don’t remember a lot about that except I prayed and the paramedic asked me who I was talking to. I responded God, and he asked me if I felt ok. Next thing I knew I was surrounded by nurses on a hospital bed. They were talking to each other and watching me. I asked one if my face looked aweful she said no just some runny mascara. Then a nurse explained they had to close the wounds on my ankles. They began stapling my ankles shut! It was aweful! I felt so much pain I began crying hysterically. They gave me more morphine, and a pill to put me to sleep. The nurse told me I wouldn’t feel anymore pain. She lied! They told me they had to pull my leg to “break it back into place” put it in traction. What that really meant was here comes a lot of pain. I begged to be put to sleep first and the nurse told me they tried, but I have too much adrenaline and to calm down. I wasn’t going to calm down, I was in a lot of pain, I didn’t have a boo boo I broke my leg! They pulled my leg back into traction and screaming and crying erupted from my body. Then they all left except one. She wheeled me into a surgery waiting room and reassured me my surgeon was the best they have and I am so lucky he is on duty. I wasn’t feeling very lucky. I was relaxed now though, and my husband was with me now. I laid exhausted from everything that had happened, and finally got into surgery at midnight. Those were the longest 8 hours of my life. After surgery my surgeon explained he had to put a titanium rod along my femur with 5 screws to keep it in place and I would have three to six months of healing ahead of me. I healed fairly quick, but my leg still hurts from time to time, and driving still gives me anxiety. The first time I drove after the accident was to pick up my sister-in-law from the airport. I had to pull over because the kids were screaming, and I was a nervous wreck, but I found her and we made it home. I was so blessed to have family that helped us with bills, and came from out of state to help with the kids. My church helped us pay rent and provided meals to us. In the end I am actually thankful for my accident, it made me realize my priorities were not in order. I was working 50+ hours a week and never saw my family. Now I work 15 hours a week and spend as much time as possible with my kids and husband. Money will get you nowhere if you don’t live to spend it. The one thing that bothered me was people that dismissed my tragic experience with a “well you are healthy now” or “your kids weren’t with you” . I am happy to be healthy now and so thankful my kids weren’t with me, but it was very tragic and to this day I refuse to go 75 regardless of the speed limit, and flinch anytime I get close to someone while driving. I’ve even come to tears riding passenger. I just want to say to anyone that has been through something tragic you have the right to feelings of anxiety or fear and don’t let people dismiss your feelings. 
Remember money isn’t worth time away from your family! 

 

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Well at least you’re healthy!