I Feel Ignored
On May 22, 2014 I died. Not immediately, of course not. I got to feel every moment of searing pain, the screams, the sound of crunching metal, the sensation of my car being cut away from me, getting to feel the blood drip down my face and not able to do anything while a sixteen year old kid screamed in my face accusing me of running a red light that I never ran. I was 20 years old and just got done registering for college courses and was on my way to my fiance. It was the first sunny day of the year. before I left the college parking lot, I rolled down my window, shut off my phone, and picked my radio station. I reach the green light, slow down from 35 to make sure it was clear for me to continue without stopping. I didn’t even see him coming but others did. All of a sudden I hear a group of car horns blaring. I look over and all I see is headlights before I’m flung sideways. The next thing I remember is feeling my car rocking forward, a kid screaming in my face, and people stopped in the road videotaping the accident. I remember the men who stopped to not only get the kid away from me but keep me alive. The police arrive as well as the paramedics. They had to bring in firemen to cut my door off to get me out. Once they get me on the stretcher, everything goes black. I spent a month in ICU and six months in a rehabilitation clinic relearning to walk. I had eleven broken bones, I have TMJ, I’m blind and deaf on my left side, I only have one working lung, partial functionality of my left arm, two herniated spinal discs, osteoarthritis in several parts of my body, PTSD, and even my disabled military husband doesn’t even seem to care when I can’t get out of bed due to pain and depression. I’m being denied financial aid for school because I fell down stairs in the middle of a semester and ended up in the hospital resulting in failed classes.