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Wednesday, August 26, 2015

The Accident: Part 9

I got inside my home, and my mom got me all situated on the family room floor per my request.  My parents have this wonderful heated floor in the family room, and in the winter it is the very best thing.  We all grab a blanket and lay on the floor like dogs.  It is tremendously soothing, and helped my achy body relax.  My mom and dad went to pick up my sisters, and to retrieve our cars from the parking lot.  My parents warned my sisters (ages 12 and 14, at the time), that I looked different, and that I was really hurt and sad, but that I was the same person, and with time that I would be back to my old self.  My sister Jenn entered the room with her gentle, kind demeanor and laid down next to me on the floor.  I had no more tears to cry, so we just sat in silence while the TV played in the background.  I don't think either of us said a word, but that was okay.  My sister Carrie came in a few minutes later.  Being a little younger, I think she was a bit more hesitant, but she came in and didn't really want to see my wound.  I don't blame her one bit, since I hadn't seen it all stitched up yet myself.  She sat down on my right side, and joined the sister cuddle.  It was going to be okay.  We all were.

My mom had also picked up my prescriptions, but I refused to take those painkillers.  They are so strong that it scared me.  I stuck with taking Tylenol around the clock, along with the prescribed antibiotics to fend of infection.  I went to bed that night in a lot of pain, and unable to sleep on my left side.  However, given the events of the day, I slept like a rock.  I kept my phone nearby so I could call my mom if I needed anything, and at one point, I texted her asking for "my drugs" because the pain was creeping in.  We laugh about my comment now.    

Thursday, August 6, 2015

The Accident: Part 8

On the ride home, I sat in the backseat with my mom.  I rested my head on her shoulder.  I felt numb.  I had no emotions, and I was exhausted.  I could not even muster the energy to cry.  It was cold and dreary, but the Christmas lights twinkled as we drove.  

I could not wait to get home.