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Writing from My Heart
8/28/2008
Train Wreck...or at least a Motorcycle Wreck
Ok, so my life's been a little weird lately. 3 weeks and 2 days ago my dad and I were on our way to work one morning, riding the motorcycle like normal when a pickup pulled out in front of us. (I would like to know what the pickup driver was thinking) I didn't know what was happening at the time. I felt dad brakeing real hard and start to look up to see what what going on, but before I could we hit something and all the sudden I feel something hit my head and then again and again. The next thing I remember is rolling on the grass. Eventually I stopped, laying on the ground facing the sky I knew what had happened. I'd been in a car wreck. My next thought was my leg is in an odd position and it hurts. So I slowly straightened my leg out. My next thought was dad. I never saw what happened. I never felt me hit him. I didn't know what happened to him so I tried to find him. Slowly I sat up on one elbow. Every inch of my body felt like it'd been through a trash compactor. I didn't really hurt, but everything felt tight. While I was up I saw the truck we ran into(though I didn't know it at the time) a few yards away and dad was about 30 feet away.
It was only then that I remembered my first aid training and knew that I needed to lay back down. So I did. The man we hit stopped and called 911. Before long the ambulance arrived. They got me into the ambulance first and a few minutes later they got dad in. I could tell then that he was hurt a lot worse than I was. We were taken to the closest hospital's ER unit and put in separate rooms. For the longest time I never saw dad. Course with the neck brace on all I could see was the ceiling.
It seemed like forever went by while they were taking x-rays, CT scans, getting information, etc. But I do know that it was pretty quick that mom got to the hospital. I stayed in the ER from about 7:30 am to 5:00 pm. During this time we quickly found out that I was in too much shock to eat anything solid(thus my changing clothes twice because I got sick on myself. not my favorite part). Numorous people from church came to visit me and stayed with me while mom was with dad. Eventually I got discharged and mom, one of the ladies from church and I went home, but not before stopping at a McDonalds to get me a shake. Up to that point the only thing that I had managed to keep down.
So, mom dropped me off at home where my aunt was waiting. Then mom and the lady from church went to see dad who'd been transfered to another hospital when he was awaiting hip surgery.
After that I spent many days sitting watching TV, because I had a torn ligiment in my knee and couldn't walk. Dad ended up haveing his hip completely reconstructed. He's not allowed to put any pressure on it for 2 months. Right now he's using a walker to get around where he NEEDS to. I've returned to work with a brace on my knee and a little difficulty kneeling and squating, but no major problems. Dad's spent 2 weeks in a rehab hospital and just came home yesterday. It's good to have him back, even if he can't quite walk yet. |
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