All rightie, I'm back. So, here's what happened.
I was minding my own business on a Friday night, getting ready to meet a girlfriend on the bus so we could go out for kentucky fried chicken. It was my turn to cross the street, so I started to cross. The street in which i got hit is a very hairy street. It's always scared the living hell out of me, and it certainly will now even more than it did before.
I was three quarters of the way across when it happened. but amazingly no other injuries.
I had to get surgery on Nov nineteenth, just two days before my birthday, so, as you can imagine, my twenty-nineth birthday sucked balls, lol! All I could do was lie there in painful misery and wish the pain meds did more than make me sleepy but not really help the pain all that much.
Hands down, it was the WORST birthday I've ever had.
when the driver decided to take an illegal left-hand turn. He was only looking out for other cars, not pedestrians. By the time he saw me, I think it was too late, although he did somehow manage to find time to honk the horn just seconds before he hit me. Why he didn't use the energy it took to honk at me to stop the car instead is beyond me, but I'm sure my lawyer will ask him that eventually if it goes to court.
The lucky thing for me was, I didn't feel the impact. It happened so quickly, one minute I was walking, then I heard the horn but thought nothing of it since I live in a city and everyone is always honking their horn. The next second, I was on the ground.
From witness statements, I was hit pretty hard, although I don't know how fast he was going. I fell on my right leg, which made my tibial bone just below the knee break. I have what is called a plateau tibial fracture, which is pretty serious.
Recovery after surgery was worse than being stuck with a broken len and depression really don't mix well. The most frustrating thing was, My SN that I ordered from Amazon a while back that I told you all about arrived shortly after the accident, but I ocouldn't pick it up from my mail drop because I am unable to walk right now. I am confined to my walker, which I am using more as a wheelchair because it hurts too much to put weight on my right leg now. It won't straighten far, which means i have very painful physical therapy ahead to look forward to.
I considered asking a friend to pick up the SN package for me and telling them not to open it, but didn't think it wise to risk it if they did open it and started asking questions. Hands down, though, there were quite a number of days after surgery that I would certainly have CTBed.g waiting for the surgery, which they didn't do for almost two weeks after I was hit. Nobody warned me that anesthesia makes you a basket case after the surgery, but it does. I'm bipolar, and it made an already cuoo cuoo mind even crazier, which I didn't k.now was even possible until I experienced it
Recovery after surgery was worse than being stuck with a broken len and depression really don't mix well. The most frustrating thing was, My SN that I ordered from Amazon a while back that I told you all about arrived shortly after the accident, but I ocouldn't pick it up from my mail drop because I am unable to walk right now. I am confined to my walker, which I am using more as a wheelchair because it hurts too much to put weight on my right leg now. It won't straighten far, which means i have very painful physical therapy ahead to look forward to.
I considered asking a friend to pick up the SN package for me and telling them not to open it, but didn't think it wise to risk it if they did open it and started asking questions. Hands down, though, there were quite a number of days after surgery that I would certainly have CTBed.g waiting for the surgery, which they didn't do for almost two weeks after I was hit. Nobody warned me that anesthesia makes you a basket case after the surgery, but it does. I'm bipolar, and it made an already cuoo cuoo mind even crazier, which I didn't k.now was even possible until I experienced it
Thank you guys for the kind messages so far! Sorry my formatting sucks, my computer has a mind of its own. I know it's hard to read, though, sorry about that.
Anyway, being home bound really sucks. I was depressed before this whole thing, so you can only imagine how much worse it is now. I hope to get a whopper of a settlement out of this whole thing. If I do, this incident will somewhat be worth it, I guess, because I have three small children and am supporting them and their father on my social security check, so we could really use the money. Still, I don't really know if more money will really make me want to live. I guess I'll have to wait and see.
Another lucky thing about this accident is that I wasn't severely injured, a part from the broken leg. My orthopedic thinks it's because I was totally relaxed when I was crossing the street, not knowing what was about to happen.
A part from being blind, I also suffer from severe sensory issues with noise, so I have to wear earplugs whenever I go out or else I have severe panic attacks. So, I neither saw nor heard the car aproaching, and, to me, that is lucky. I'd rather suddenly be knocked to the ground by a mega pound death machine than see and or hear it coming seconds before the impact. I am a believer that some things ARE truly better left unknown, lol!
Anyway, I'm glad to be back online with you all. You were all missed very much.
I've written enough for now. Thanks for reading my story, and again, sorry the formatting sucks so bad. I don't know how to fix the problem.
