The Accident
I guess I’ll start out with my accident. I can only write what I have been told because I don’t remember any of it. In fact, I don’t even remember getting into the car that night. I remember having dinner with my girlfriend and dropping her off at her house. We had to call it an early evening because she had an early exam the next morning. I recall the kiss goodnight, as sweet as ever, and leaving her driveway.The next cognitive moment I had was of my brother yelling for a nurse and tubes protruding from my arms. I was in and out of it for a long time. I’d see my parents for a while close my eyes and then my brother sitting in the chair reading. Closing my eyes seemed to put me out for at least a half hour at a time. Every time I closed them I’d see someone different.
As I said before this phase of my recovery was and still is very hazy. I try not to think about it much. I’ve been considering posting some photos of me and the accident scene. Both are not very pretty. I don’t think I want to post any of those photos yet. The thought of having people see those on my blog creeps me out. I don’t want anyone’s pity.
As for the car… my poor car… It was a completely mangled beyond my recognition. I couldn’t even tell what model car it was. In my mind it will always be the new shiny Mazda RX8. Unfortunately it was new, then smashed, now gone…
I think my brother took this picture. I don’t recall for sure. He was the one that gave it to me anyway. The official police report stated that it was raining. (I vaguely recall it being a rainy night) and that I lost control on the freeway smashing into the rear of a tractor trailer. I never saw pictures of the accident scene but from the looks of my car, it doesn’t seem too far from the truth.They said that I was lucky that my seat broke loose from the impact because I was pushed along with it into the back seat. If it would have stayed in it’s spot I wouldn’t have had much left above my shoulders.
I was left with a pretty nice scar that runs over the top of my head. It starts about an inch above my left eye and goes nearly to the back of my left ear in the shape of a large C. thankfully my hair has grown over most of the scar. I’m not comfortable posting any pics of this yet… We’ll see how I feel about that later.
My left leg was broken in three places. Two above the knee in the femur and one just below the knee. I now have all kinds of metal screws and plates holding my bones together. I kind of feel like the Bionic Man… without all the cool powerful gizmos installed.
Tomorrow I’ll post the real reasons that I’m writing up this blog. I was fortunate enough to have a cool techie brother who bought me a new laptop to do blogging and surf the web from my bed while I heal. What a great brother!
posted by Jasper Sullivan @ 7:34 AM
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