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So as i was being rushed off to the hospital, and the guy in the back of the ambulance with me was asking me all sorts of mundane questions, my mind was wandering off to a different time, place, and feeling; And it started to make my head spin.I couldn’t get my mind off of the feeling of my aneurysm and the sharp pain i felt behind my left eye 3 years ago. It was eerie. I managed to compose myself enough to make it into the hospital without freaking out, managed to lay there as doctors again poked and prodded me with rubber gloves, managed to answer the questions they were asking me with certainty.
Now, i want to be careful about this next part; I am not writing about the shitty treatment i received or the amount of discontent I have for doctors with a political purpose, I just think our health care system is fucked up. thats all. the treatment i received, after they found out that i didn’t have insurance, was mediocre at best. Nobody even bothered to take a look at the 2 inch gash i had on the back of my head until i left a pool of blood on the gurney taking me to get my CT scan. Also, the doctor told me what happened to my ankle as he was wrapping it for my cast. The only problem was that it was so painful, him holding my ankle as vertical as possible, that i couldn’t conceivably pay attention to what he was saying. and when it was time to call my mom and let her know that i was again in the hospital, the doctors and nurses were bitching about me making a long distance phone call.
Enough of that rant… anyways, what happened to me was that I merely broke my ankle, got a gash on the back of my head, a few cuts and scrapes and bruises, and my car is now totaled. But hey, it could’ve been much, much worse. To steal a few words from my older sister bre, I’m very “lucky in my unluckiness.” How very true. I think that it’s always important to find that silver lining, and to notice just how lucky we all are. Everyone goes through shit. (sh)It happens, no matter who you are. the only thing that makes a difference is how you make it out of the shit and who you are after its all happened. Struggle is what defines us and brings out our character.
Ok, back to work…
Smile! It feels good!
b
I only check your blog every so often…well, because you write less-than every so often.
As I read what you wrote (nearly 4 months after you actually WROTE it), I find myself wiping tears from my face. What a terrifying ordeal to go through…
We aren’t great friends anymore and our lives have taken two very separate paths but you are a wonderful person – perhaps one of the best. Ever. You have truly faced some tough times over the past couple years and I just want you to know that I’m happy you came out of this alright. Again.
I only hope that 2011 will hold a much better, brighter (and safer!) future for you with all of the happiness and love you could dream of.
Keep smiling – because that’s what you do.
Lindsey
Pro - January 10, 2011 at 12:10 am |