The car crashed into mine sending it into the air,
doing three flips and then landing back on the ground about 100 feet away. I
had my seat belt on which probably saved my life. Although I did have my seat
belt on, I ended up hitting my head off the steering wheel which resulted in me
being unconscious. That was the last thing I could remember about anything. A
few days after arriving at the hospital, I woke up in a dazed and confused
state. I knew I was in a hospital because I had gotten into a car accident so I
wasn’t totally freaked out. After I finally opened my eyes fully I saw a bunch
of IV’s and wires attached to me and an oxygen tube going in through my nose. I
looked around the room to see if there was anyone else in there with me that I could
ask about how injured I was but no one was there. I slowly started to close my
eyes and fall back into a deep sleep. A few days passed and I woke up again and
this time there was a nurse in the room with me who was checking my vitals.
After a few minutes of checking my vitals she finally realized I had woken up
and rushed to go get the doctor. The next thing I knew there was the doctor
rushing into the room along with the nurse who had been there moments before.
The doctor performed some tests on me and then began to ask me some questions
about my life. I answered the questions as well as I could but some of them I
just didn’t know the answer to. After looking over the results of the tests,
the doctor then began to explain to me what exactly happened and how severely I
had been injured. He told me that I have broken right leg, two broken ribs, a
gash across my forehead from hitting the steering wheel, a major concussion, a
sprained left wrist and some memory loss. The memory loss was from hitting my
head so hard off of the steering wheel, is what the doctor said. By the time
the doctor finished explaining everything I laid my head back done to process all
of this and then fell asleep. Over the next few weeks I went to therapy and had
my doctor checking in on me every day. When the day finally arrived that I could
go home, I called my friend Brittany and asked her to come pick me up at the
hospital since I still couldn’t drive because of my sprained wrist and
crutches. When she got to the hospital
the nurses had already wheeled me down to the lobby and I had already signed
the discharge papers. Brittany then wheeled me to the car and helped me in. After we
were all set to go and were pulling out of the parking lot, I turned on the
radio. The song that just started to play was “Stronger” by Kelly Clarkson.
This song reminded me of just how lucky I had been when I didn’t die in that
car crash. “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”, is the motto which I now
live by because the car crash didn’t kill me but after I recover it will make
me stronger.
