Maybe three times is the charm since that's how many times I have tried to write this. Anyway here goes. I guess by now its no secret that I was recently involved in an accident. I wish I could give you all of the gritty details, per my usual, but the truth is, I don't remember much about that day. March 9th (my celebrity crushes birthday of all days, now I will never be able to forget when it happened) I remember getting dressed that morning and I remember leaving the house. I was on my way to make a clothing donation to the local goodwill, serves me right for trying to be nice I guess hahaha, and from this point on I have no memory at all until four days later. So for this part, all I come armed with is what I have been told. I was walking down the sidewalk(I love to walk it keeps you healthy and gives you time to think ) when a car swerved off of the road and hit me. The driver says he bent down to pick up a lighter that he dropped and that is what caused him to go off of the road on to the sidewalk. Who knows, not like I'm in the mood to interview the guy right now. Anyway from what I have been able to gather from people, I was hit by the car and thrown thirty-five feet. I landed crumpled up on a fence. I don't know who called for the ambulance but to whoever it was I owe you a big THANK YOU and I hope you understand how much you helped me that day. At that point I know some police officers arrived as did an ambulance. And seeing the bad shape I was in I know I ended up being life lighted to a local hospital. I know I was in pain. And I know I had to be terrified and confused but I can't remember any of that. Yet. My doctors have told me that I might be lucky and not remember anything which would be best. But there is a chance that at some point I am going to remember it. All of it. Which is a scary thing to face? I think so anyway. Okay, back to the story. Once at the hospital, they ran tests on me and it was determined that my collar bone was NOT broken which was originally suspected. Nothing was broken, I didn't even need stitches. Which was great. But I was not out of the woods yet. I don't know when it was determined. No one has been able to tell me. But it was discovered that my brain was bleeding. And everyone that knows me knows that I place a high value on intelligence. I personally love to learn. I am always questioning people. I am always reading, I love writing (hello, two books!) And I always want to hear a different or conflicting opinion. So the thought of something being wrong with my head, it is one of my biggest fears. And not only was my brain bleeding, but it was also doing it in four places. Such an overachiever I know. And I was also diagnosed as having a severe concussion. No one knew what the outcome would be. Lots of tests were done and lots of labs were performed. I had x-rays and I vaguely remember an MRI but I could be wrong about that. After about four days I was becoming more aware of what was happening. At that point, I remember a few visitors. I know I had some before then but I can't remember it, I'm very sorry. At that point I know I was hooked up to IV's and I had several labs done. I still have some bruises on my arms and hands so I know I'm not making that bit up. I know I was given shots for blood clots, in my stomach, often. Now I have never had a fear of needles before, I have tattoo's and 13 piercings so no not really but I'm considering developing one after all of this, just because. I was going to different therapies, speech and physical, to make sure I was where I needed to be. And when I thought I was going to get to come home my blood work came back all wonky. My salt level was way below where it is supposed to be which I naively thought would be good. Right salt is bad for you so being low is probably healthy, but no. When your salt levels start to drop it can actually be a sign that your brain is swelling. And a swell-y brain is bad. So a few more samples were taken and again my salt was not where it was supposed to be. But since I had already argued with my nurses about not being able to leave once they made a deal with me. I would agree to take some salt pills and stay one more day. If there was an improvement made then I would be able to leave as long as I would go to my regular doctor EVERY DAY to have my salt checked. I agreed, so I could get to see my furry babies and was released eight days after I arrived. Into my sister's care. I was not allowed to be left alone. If I had any dizzy spells or fell and hit my head it could have been really bad. Like back to the hospital bad, so I had to be around people. Now I love my sister and her family but it has been a long time since I have lived with anyone. So it was a tad weird. But every day before she would take me into town for my arm poking she would take me home so I could play with my kitties for a little while. I missed my babies! At this point, I had been taking those horrid salt things a couple times a day and luckily my levels were starting to balance back out. After a couple of weeks, I was allowed to cut back to three
labs a week and only one pill a day. I mean don't get me wrong I was super glad that my brain wasn't broken but those things made me nauseous every time I took one so being cut back was great. And then I started physical therapy. On the 31st I was given the all-clear from my big town doc to return back to my house but I had to continue with the labs and the physical therapy. It was nice to be back home but I will admit, I was a little afraid. What if something happened? I wouldn't have anyone there to help. Would I even know what to do? But so far I have been doing pretty good. I recently was given the okay to stop taking the salt things and I got to cut back to one lab a week. I'm still doing physical therapy and I am looking forward to heading back to work. Stuff is looking up I guess. And for everyone who got me a card or signed one or donated anything or said kind words to me or about me online thank you so much. (and to those of you who have said unkind things online, I have Facebook too and yes I saw it, dun dun dun, just saying)
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| my hand boo boo |
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| my yucky leg |
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| my face scab(yuck) |
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| my healed up face scar. There is still a rock in my face but who cares! |
