Don't get hit by a truck, a recovery journal

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SirDiet

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Alright, so I need to be able to talk about my near death experience and as I have to watch what I say on my own personal social media. A site that allows me to stay anonymous seems like a good way to go. I will give a fair trigger warning, this journal will include in depth talks about trauma, hospital stays, injuries, physical and mental healing.

On March 23 I was the victim of a hit and run. I had gotten off of work, it was a little after 10 in the evening. I was heading home and crossing a busy intersection near my work. Now, I do not remember the actual event so this is just what I was told between the witnesses, my family, the police officers, and medical personal. I had the right of way and was doing my thing when a large truck ran the red light and hit me on my right side. Now I am a small young woman, only five feet tall. And that against a late model 90's GMC truck, meant bad business. I flew several feet and hit the ground, I at least use my arms to protect my head from the impact. The truck then sped away without stopping at all. It was at this time two women who witnessed it came to my side. I was awake and talking. I managed to tell them my name, give my mothers number to them, told them where I worked, and also told them how to contact my girlfriend in case they could not get a hold of my mother (who at the time was in another state visiting my brother) While one witness stayed by my side and waited for help, the other went after the driver to make sure the cops could get him.

When the paramedics came, I was starting to head downhill quickly. I had an open femur fracture to my right leg, the bone was out of the skin by several inches. Severe road rash across my back and more concerning and unseen severe liver laceration. I flatlined on route to the hospital. When I arrived I was stabilized and to the OR to operate on my liver. I got lucky, they were able to do microsurgery and saved me from large scarring on my stomach.

My sister, father, and several friends all waited at the hospital for news on me, for me to get out of the surgery and be told I would be alright. It was a few hours later my father and sister were allowed to be in my room. I was in bad shape. I suffered from a list of injuries outside of the liver laceration and broken femur. I had three fractures to my pelvis, inclue one right by my spine, two broken ribs and two fractured, a fracture sternum. My kidney, bladder and spine were all bruised and swollen. They were still unsure if I had any brain damage as I was not awake enough to do an accurate test for it. Even worse I had a bad reaction to the universal donor blood (O negative) and that was never a good thing while paired with a damaged liver. My hemoglobin levels dropped to dangerous numbers and my body wasn't producing red blood cells like they should. I was jaundice, my skin and eyes were yellow. I received additional blood transfusions of my blood type. They operated on my leg and after nearly three days I was taken off the breathing machine. My sister barely left the hospital and helped me communicate with the hospital staff. The sisterly connection let her understand me when no one else did.

Of course she did taken advantage of her sister being crazy doped up. She had her fun, which included telling me they were unable to save my leg after I returned from my surgery to fix. I believed her for a moment but my logical side came through the fog and I called her on her bullshit.

Once I was off the machine and not on such strong pain meds the world wasn't as much of a blur. I could remember more of my days, but nothing will beat the feeling of waking up in a hospital with a tube down your throat and your hands tied down so you don't rip it out. I panicked when that happened, I just remember looking around for someone familiar and my sister shooting up in seconds to assure me everything was alright. Telling me what she probably told me a hundred times by now. That I was hit by a truck and in the hospital.

The entire hospital stay was twelve days long. Seven in the ICU , only leaving once my hemoglobin levels were a better number. The rest of my stay was in the ACU. This was where we started my physical therapy and I slowly started to regain an appetite. I had lost over ten pounds at this point. I got cabin fever bad in the hospital. It was just laying in bed, watching crappy TV, playing my switch or watching stupid things on youtube. I had visitors a lot. Fellow co-workers and family, but they had work and lives. I couldn't do anything else. After twelve long days, I was finally heading home. With a bag full of meds, a strong annoyance of my sleep always being interrupted for them to draw blood, give meds, or general check ups, a new look on nurses and just how vital they are (all mine rocked by the way), and happy to be without a large cast on my right leg.

Before this all happened I had moved out of my apartment and had been storing things at my parents house until my next apartment was done being fixed. It was a perk that my things were already there as I was moving in with them. I needed a lot of care at first and my parents have a one floor house, generally someone is always home, and it doesn't cost me anything to live here. They had set up my room and my dad and grandma bought me a matching dresser and bedside table from IKEA that matches my bed. I was mostly happy to see my cat, after nearly a month as he went to my parents so he wasn't stressed about moving. It took him a few hours to actually greet me, I probably smelled different. But once he did, he didn't leave my side. Cuddles, kisses, and plenty of purring. My parents Goldendoodle became protective and made sure nothing came close to my right leg. It was good to be home. The first couple weeks my family took care of me. It was hard for me to move, but they didn't mind. I cannot thank them enough for the support and patience through all of this.

My girlfriend, who also lives out of state. I moved in order to start off somewhere with a clean slate and she still had school to finish. She set up a gofundme the night in happened and my friends and strangers donated to help me get by as I won't be working for a while. The medical bills are not my worry as we are suing him and my state has a group to help victims of such accidents. My work also stepped up and set up a fundraiser, 10% of an entire days sales would be donated to me. I work at a pretty well known restaurant as well. Even more amazing is this past Sunday the bar that was my usual hangout had a BBQ event for me. Through these three they raised just close to 5,000 dollars for me. The support from my friends and family has been what drives me to keep my head up.

Its been over a month since it happened. While I am healing good, I still have yet to be cleared to put weight on my right leg. Due to the fracture near my spine. Another 4 weeks of being careful, after that I can test the waters. I have another check up in six weeks and most likely after that its the start of physical therapy.

Mentally this has been a hell of a test. My depression hits hard at times, I hate being stuck in one place day after day, and I have obvious PTSD when it comes to being in cars. In general being on the road makes my heart beat a little faster, but its worse in heavy traffic, when someone honks, or dealing with an idiot driver who cuts us off or something. Those can cause me to go into a full on panic attack. I don't consciously remember anything, but I know my mind remembers it and it reacts at times. Its not pretty but I know its just what happens after a traumatic event. I have a therapist. Videos games are another outlet and I skype in with my D&D group every other Monday. I got out when I can, using a wheelchair so I don't get so exhausted and am just trying to get back to a close to normal life again.

Its one step at a time. I am getting stronger and I survived a near death experience. At least I know I'm a hell of a fighter now
 
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SirDiet

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I know we've never interacted, but you are so lucky and I'm glad you are on the mend. Sending virtual hugs and chocolates
Thank you very much. Its a process, but I'm doing really good. For the most part I'm off pain meds, save for when I'm traveling, it rains, or I just do something to irritate my leg. And my last check up my blood tests all came back normal. So my liver is healing great as well. My breaks and fractures are looking good.
 

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Well, several good things have happened this week.

My state has a funded program for victims of crime. They offer services that help cover some, if not all medical bills (which include mental and dental care). They also help find some form of restitution for pay and suffer or time a person in unable to work. If in the case the defendant is unable to pay it. They have taken my case and with paperwork filed and calling places that have sent me bills those should be taken care of. Which means my thousands of dollars in debt (it stands close 100 thousand at this point) should not be my worry. I am grateful for that as with me unable to work, the funds I do have are for me to just have a life and actually do things during my recovery. Which includes buying new videos games, seeing movies, and having a day or two out during the month.

The DA has also contacted me and given me updates about my case and that is it coming along. I do have a choice to make in what punishment I wish to see happen. Could be jail time if I so chose. There are a lot of things I have to take in before I make this choice but its one I will have an influence in. My representative with the DA has been fantastic so far and I has given me an email to keep in touch throughout the process.

My lawyer has been making process. Currently waiting on my medical records before we start the next portion of the case against the person who hit me. Its going good, I have a good case against him and with the police report and medical records it should be an easy success on my part.

My pain has been fairly tolerable this week. With the exception of me twisting my leg the wrong way and having to spend an entire day recovering from that. My knee swelled up pretty hardcore and we were going to go in if it didn't go down. After the day of rest it went down to normal levels of swelling and my pain lessened. Outside of that its been a bit since I had to take one of my stronger pain meds and for that I'm happy. Sleeping has been rough still, but its has its moments. If I have background noise on I seem to sleep better.

Still healing, yet to start physical therapy. But I won't be down for too much longer if I fight hard enough
 
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