I've Decided to See to the Doctor

I don't know about you, but if there's one thing I really, really hate, it's going to a doctor's office, clinic, hospital, etc., basically anything medical related. I have no idea why I hate it so much. But, when I think about it, who enjoys visiting those places?

Well anyway, I've decided to make an appointment to see my neurologist because for a couple weeks now I have been sweating profusely on the left side of my body. Weird, I know. It gets even weirder. I only sweat when I'm laying on my right side or I've noticed, when I'm in church. And the sweating occurs on the left side of my face, down my neck, and halfway down my left arm. Soooo very crazy.

I have no idea why this sweating started, but now it's affecting my sleep and when things start affecting my sleep, they must immediately be dealt with. Hence, the reason I need to be seeing my cute doctor as soon as possible. I just hope he doesn't prescribe me ANY size pill. Yes, I hate taking pills, too.

I've Been On Vacay

But apparently not from therapy. Therapy is going really well. Yes, my therapist is still whooping my butt, but I guess it's all okay.

On another note:
A lot of people have been asking me lately "if I'm going to return to the classroom" and for some unknown reason I'm having doubts. Well, not exactly doubt, but a hesitation to return to the elementary classroom. I now wrestle with the idea of applying for a job at the college level. Don't get me wrong, I love children and would love to return to them, but I feel I have too many limitations to adequately provide them the educational experience they deserve. At the college level I feel as if I won't be a hindrance on people because of the area I would agree to teach in. And if not the college level, maybe middle or high school. I haven't made a decision as to what I'm going to do with the rest of my life, but I do hope I'm happy and fulfilled.

My Early Present

I really don't view myself as a person who wants for a lot of material things, though some would disagree pre-accident. I feel as if I'm very content with what I have. With that said, I got the BEST PRESENT EVER Monday. Wanna know what it was? Okay, it's nothing big, but it made my day, made me smile and I was soooooo excited.

Let me get to the big reveal. With my mom's, sister's and brother's help, my bedroom was cleaned from top to bottom. No, it wasn't nasty or anything, it was just really unorganized. I had not done a good job of organizing and finding a place to store things in such a long time, that things had started finding a home any place that it landed and that fact was bothering me. Well, I was tired of the mess and my family came to the rescue. I now have more space and my room feels more relaxing. A big thanks to my peeps. No need to get me anything, I'M HAPPY!!!!!!!!!

My 4 Year Anniversary

Four years ago my life changed dramatically. In an instant, I went from being a vibrant, independent, working young woman to a paralyzed, fighting for my life, unconscious, dependent young woman. Although I count it a blessing to be alive,and I truly believe this is my test, my life is nothing as I once knew it. Four years ago dependency became my reality, for now. I say right now, because I do not believe that this situation is permanent.

Okay, let me tell you what happened, as I know it.

On Thursday, November 11, 2004, on my way to work, I was a 4th grade teacher, I had a single car accident. My car went off the road, down the embankment, and I'm told, flipped about 13 times. (I don't know how true that is.) Well, the car came to rest upright, on the opposite side of the road in the middle of a field. (During the flipping and all, I was knocked unconscious, supposedly by the airbag. That's not all the airbag did, either.Wait for it, it's coming.) When my consciousness came back, after what seemed like an eternity, but was only maybe 5 minutes, a passer-by stopped to assist me. I gave him my home number and he called my parents as well as the ambulance.

I was in and out of consciousness waiting on the ambulance, which happened to go in the wrong direction when coming to get me. Well, when the EMTs arrived they realized that they needed the Jaws of Life to cut me out of the car, so more waiting. The Jaws came and they cut me out and someone slapped a neck brace on me. I was taken to the hospital where I saw my mom. Others were there, but I don't really remember them. I do however remember as the doctors cut my pants, that I was not wearing matching underwear. (I know I have a strange sense of humor, lol.) Anyway, the hospital was small and therefore unable to handle my condition, which was still unknown at this point. I was stabilized and transferred to another hospital about 45 minutes away.

I can't tell you much about what happened at this hospital, because frankly I don't remember. I only remember getting an MRI and thinking as I was rolled through the halls that "it is too early in the morning for lights to be that bright." (There's that crazy thinking again.) At this hospital is where my family was told that I had broken at least two bones in my neck and was paralyzed. This hospital couldn't treat me, so they decided to airlift me to the hospital in the capital city which was a Level I trauma center.

Getting in the helicopter, I told the nurse that I always wanted to ride in a helicopter. She responded, "this is not the ride you were hoping for." I must have lost consciousness again because the next thing I remember was getting unloaded onto the roof of the hospital.

Over the next few days I was poked and prodded and unfortunately flat lined twice. I was put on a ventilator, had tubes inserted into my chest and stomach, my lungs collapsed, got a trachea, a plate was put in my neck, had a staph infection, and to top it all off, I got a halo inserted into my skull for my birthday. I, well my family, was informed that I had not broken 2 bones, but 4 bones in my neck.

After all of that and staying in ICU and not being able to talk because of the trachea, I was moved to a room on the floor, then to a rehab facility. I stayed in rehab for a month, then came home. I had good days and bad days there, but family and friends were always around to be supportive.

Oh, almost forgot about that airbag. Even though my car was totalled and it seemed as if I should have died, I didn't have a bone broken in my body except for those in my neck, which leaves me to believe that although air bags are meant to save lives, they are the reason why my neck was broken.

This is my test and I'm praying for a miracle.

Rest Needed and Taken, Too

If one intends to stay on the phone for half the night, sleep is sure to be a must the following day. I am definitely a night person. Don't know why I'd rather stay up all night and sleep more than half the day. One could only guess where I inherited that gene. It's weird, but it works...sometimes.