I was ready. As a teenager, I was ready for the future,
for some freedom and for fun with my friends, the only people who really understood me. It was the
beginning of Spring Break, and also Saint Patrick’s Day. We were ready to celebrate with plenty of
alcohol and a Volvo station wagon big enough for the group of us.
I was not ready when my
boyfriend lost control of that station wagon at highway speed, and it rolled
down an embankment, ejecting all of us. When I finally regained consciousness,
the severe pain from my injuries was overwhelming. I felt so confused…I was alone in a large
hospital room, I had tubes coming from all over my body and my hands were tied
down. Where were my family and friends? Terrified, miserable, and alone, I was not ready for this. Silently, I cried
until I fell into another drug induced sleep.
Later, I learned that my
arms had been restrained so that I wouldn’t pull at the breathing or feeding
tubes coming from my mouth, the tube draining my chest cavity, or the many
intravenous lines in my arms and neck, or the urethral catheter draining my
bladder. Since I was in the Intensive
Care Unit, my family was only allowed to visit during specified times.
The following days and weeks
are a blur as the medical team fought to keep me alive. Pain marked the only
memories that I have of that time. The physical pain was much more than I could
have ever imagined, but the pain and concern I saw on the faces of my family
and friends is haunting as well. I felt
so guilty; my poor choices had caused all of this pain.
Fortunately, thanks to
excellent care, I began to recover. I couldn’t even roll or scoot in bed without
assistance and severe pain. I had been so eager for freedom and fun; but here I
was living in complete dependence. I can tell you that several weeks of using a
bedpan is no teenager’s idea of fun.
After surgeries and weeks on
bedrest, I required months of physical therapy to regain the ability to walk
independently. I yearned for my previous
life. I was isolated from my friends as
I was too weak and in too much pain to spend much time with them. The next year, I was finally able to return
to school and to a more normal life, though I still had years of pain and
surgeries ahead of me.
I still think often about
how fortunate we are that none of us died as a result of that completely
preventable crash; so many similar situations end tragically. My plea to you is
this: never get behind the wheel after you’ve been drinking, and never ride
with someone who has been drinking. It
is simply too risky. Always be ready for the unexpected and buckle up!
Teresa
Taylor is the Trauma Prevention Coordinator/Outreach Educator at Stormont-Vail
HealthCare
No one ever expects the bad stuff will happen to them, but your story illustrates the fallacy of that thinking. Thanks for sharing and I'm so glad everyone in your group survived.
ReplyDeleteThis major event sounds like a terrible nightmare but I'm glad all survived and that you can tell the story now -- with much wiser insight. I'm guessing that your job title at Stormont-Vale has something to do with this bad day and the recovery that was necessary. I hope you efforts are keeping others from putting themselves in similar situations. Thanks for sharing this.
ReplyDeleteWow, Teresa, I've learned something new about you - it's no wonder you are now so passionate about keeping others safe on the roadways! Thanks for sharing your story - and for making the decision to turn your life around to be able to prevent others from experiencing what you did!
ReplyDeleteMy beautiful sister. I love you, appreciate you, and I'm proud of you!
ReplyDeleteI know I was greatly affected by your accident when it happened. It's so awesome how you have chosen to use your horrible experience to help others make better choices. Looks like you are a perfect fit for your job. Thanks so much for sharing Teresa!
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