Some people have incredibly good luck. I do sometimes, but rarely. I could go on and on about all of the bad things that have happened to me, but they are not that big of a deal. There is only one occurrence that stays strong in my mind.
One bright, sunny day, everything was going great, then boom, I was hit. Following this incident, many thoughts have passed through my mind. It was a confusing mess. I believe I learned something, but it has changed me in many ways also. My boyfriend, Justin, and I made plans to take a trip to the mall and to grab a bite to eat. It was a beautiful day, but neither of us wanted to drive, so we decided to take Marta.
I had no money at all, so we stopped by my job at the time to pick up my paycheck. After I was finished with that, we went by which we filled with taking pictures of each other with a disposable camera Justin had. The bus pulled up and I took Justin’s hand and proceeded to cross the street. I have not one memory of what happened after that.
I awoke in a small room with my mother crying in the background. Bright lights blinded me and I could feel the blood pouring down my face, into my eye, then falling off my chin. I could not move, I just laid there feeling paralyzed and bleeding, barely conscious. A doctor hovered over me, stitching above my right eye. Then I went out again.
I woke up in a dark, dank room with my mother and boyfriend beside me crying and holding my hand. My whole body felt numb. Simply moving my eyes around the room made me dizzy. A doctor then entered the room saying, “Hi Elizabeth, I’m Dr. Matthews and you were hit by a car… .” All I could really do was nod and mumble.
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He told me I suffered from a concussion and then asked me a series of questions to see if I remembered anything. When the doctor left, I turned to Justin and asked him to tell me exactly what happened. He started crying again and Yin 2 said, “I thought you were dead, Liz. There was blood everywhere and your eyes were rolled back into your head… .” He continued sobbing and I nodded off to sleep. I remained in the hospital for four days with my mother and Justin by my side.
The skin on the left temple of my forehead was stitched, half of my right eyebrow was torn off and stitched, and I has bruises the size of frisbees. Suprisingly, I had no broken bones. My stitches came out a week later, but I still experienced a lot of post concussion dizziness. After a month passed, I was comfortable enough to leave the house, go to the store, etc. Now seven months later, I am feeling like myself again.
What have I learned from this? Obviously to be more careful when I cross the street. Now, how has this experience changed me? It has in many ways. I feel lucky to be alive. I know that if I had been just a couple steps farther up, I might not be here today. That thought will stay with me forever. I do not fight with my mother as much anymore and I try to keep in contact with all of my family more.
I cherish everyday that goes by. Before the accident, I was not really putting any effort into school and my attitude towards it was “nonchalant.” Now I want to make the most of my time on this earth because I was blessed.
