Why I hate St. Patrick’s day.
28 years ago at around this time 2:37 or so I was involved in a major car accident. It was St, Patrick’s day and we were at the bar celebrating. We left the bar and were heading home. The pick up truck I was in was hit head on by a drunk driver. I was in the middle of the seat, and was partly ejected from the vehicle. I hit the windshield at the rear view mirror and broke most of my face. My leg got caught in the gear shift, that was the only thing that kept me from going all the way out of the vehicle. I came back into the vehicle and the guy sitting to my right elbow hit the back of my neck and sent me into the dashboard. They say when you hit you don’t feel it, they lie. I felt every bone in my face break, felt the pain and didn’t black out till a few seconds after the second impact, I was only knocked out for a minute or two.
I had a broken nose, busted up face and a very sever concussion as well as some body organ problems. I remember walking out of the vehicle and walked around the vehicle to the middle of the road. A state trooper was two cars behind us and saw the whole accident. When I came around the vehicle he shined a flashlight on me and was looking like he saw the walking dead. I told him I didn’t feel so well and laid down on the road. A tiny bit later the paramedics arrived. They were very concerned and told me I had been thrown from the vehicle and not to move. I told them they lied and I walked out of the vehicle, they argued with me and said it was impossible. The state trooper told them I walked out of the vehicle.
They went about taking care of the three of us that were in our vehicle, and it took several hours for them to cut the driver out of her vehicle, the passenger in the drunks vehicle made it to the hospital, but died from complications of the accident. The driver needed major operations. They found her under the steering wheel in where the pedals were.
We were all taken to Shock Trauma Unit. I went by ambulance and believe I was the first to leave the scene, strapped to a backboard, and my head and upper body immobilized. I can tell you that it was not fun being strapped and immobilized. I was supposed to go by medevac but they couldn’t wait. The driver of our vehicle who was less injured then me they flew to shock trauma. When I got to the shock trauma unit I was checked in and I flat lined there, I died. I was dead for seven and a half minutes. They worked on reviving me, After that I spent 72 hours in shock trauma, I had several seizures while there and had to be restrained several times. All in all not fun as you can imagine. At one point I took on a doctor an several nurses, during one seizure and had leather restrains on, having gone through the gauze restrains, and ripping the iv out of my arm.
This happen 8 months after I had a massive heat stroke, I was having problems from that and this accident made permanent my seizures. I still to this day suffer from that accident. I can say it changed my life. I am now the result of this accident, I live daily with the problems this incident caused. I tell others about this to show you can still do things and live a productive life. I sometimes wish I had of stayed dead, but other times I am glad I didn’t. The nightmares and the flashbacks still haunt me and I know they will never go away. So I tell you to live life while you can because in a flash it can all end. Tell those close to you how much they mean to you while you can because tomorrow is never promised to us.
And that is why I hate this day.