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In               the               first               week               of               December,               I               was               involved               in               two               car               accidents.

The               second               of               the               two               was               especially               traumatizing,               and               before               I               was               involved               in               it,               I               was               already               having               flashbacks               and               dreaming               about               the               first               accident.

Looking               for               answers               about               my               injuries               and               difficulties,               I               came               across               this               helpful               article               on               Associated               Content               written               by               Christi               Bowers.

Like               Christi,               I               am               writing               about               my               experience               to               help               others               know               that               they               are               not               alone               and               to               let               them               know               what               to               expect               during               accident               injury               recovery.

Here               are               some               methods               that               have               helped               me               cope               with               the               accident.

Hopefully               they               will               also               help               you.
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               For               me,               the               accident               also               resulted               in               a               diagnosis               of               PTSD               (post               traumatic               stress               disorder).

As               part               of               my               therapy,               I've               been               asked               to               write               down               a               detailed               account               of               the               accident.

Flashbacks               are               difficult               to               endure;               if               you               are               having               them,               it's               best               to               consult               a               therapist.

I               have               confronted               the               memory               of               the               car               accident               by               role-playing               the               accident               in               a               seated               position               and               by               forcing               myself               to               work               through               the               entire               memory               rather               than               avoid               it               (even               during               a               relaxing               yoga               exercise).

Talking               about               it               with               my               husband               (who               understands               PTSD               due               to               his               time               in               the               military)               has               also               helped.
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               My               accident               began               on               a               chilly               December               morning.

My               husband               was               taking               me               to               see               my               family               for               breakfast.

We               were               driving               west               on               the               Pennsylvania               turnpike               and               were               a               few               miles               away               from               the               Willow               Grove               exit.

I               was               already               nervous               about               being               in               a               car               since               I               had               just               been               in               an               accident               three               days               prior.

I               was               anxious               and               breathing               heavily;               due               to               the               bruising               I               wasn't               wearing               a               bra               and               the               seatbelt               was               positioned               right               in               the               middle               of               my               chest.
               We               were               listening               to               the               radio               and               we               were               quiet.

A               deer               suddenly               jumped               over               the               center               median               of               the               highway.

I               screamed               "A               deer!"               and               my               husband-the               driver-acknowledged               that               he               saw               it.

He               swerved               his               car               to               avoid               hitting               the               animal.

It               was               so               close               to               the               car               I               remember               the               terrified               look               in               the               doe's               eyes.

Her               coat               looked               ragged               and               worn.

I               was               screaming               the               entire               time.

The               next               thing               I               knew               we               were               driving               head               on               into               a               wall               on               the               right               side               of               the               road.

I               could               only               think               what               I               had               thought               in               my               accident               three               days               prior:               this               isn't               happening.
               I               woke               up,               still               screaming-I               don't               think               I               lost               consciousness,               but               in               retrospect               I               at               least               had               my               eyes               closed               for               a               few               seconds               after               impact.

My               husband               was               okay               and               I               kept               screaming.

"I               can't               breathe!

I               can't               breathe!"               He               responded,               "If               you're               talking,               you're               breathing."               I               think               he               said               he               didn't               want               me               to               move,               but               the               airbags               had               deployed               and               there               was               mixed               smoke               and               powder               everywhere-apparently               the               radiator               had               also               been               damaged.

There               was               no               fresh               air,               just               smoke,               and               I               felt               trapped.

I               opened               the               door               and               got               my               seat               belt               off.

I               kicked               the               door               open               and               by               that               time               my               husband               had               gotten               out               of               the               car               and               came               over.

I               tried               to               get               out               of               the               car               and               would               have               fallen               if               he               had               not               been               there               to               catch               me.
               The               first               thing               I               felt               was               the               immense               pain               in               my               back.

It               wasn't               a               prior               injury               resurfacing               as               I               had               feared-it               was               worse,               and               radiated               around               to               the               front               of               my               left               ribs               and               all               through               my               chest.

I               kept               screaming               "my               back,               my               back!"               and               I               was               having               trouble               breathing.

Rick               didn't               want               to               rest               me               on               the               road               so               close               to               the               car,               but               he               had               to.
               Others               pulled               over               to               help.

Some               were               with               a               National               Guard               medical               unit               (doing               what               the               National               Guard               should               be               doing-protecting               people               in               this               nation               instead               of               in               other               nations               and               I               am               grateful               they               were               in               Pennsylvania               that               day).

They               kept               my               neck               stable               and               Rick               talked               to               a               police               officer.

An               ambulance               arrived               but               it               must               have               been               after               more               than               twenty               minutes.

I               was               stuck               in               a               neck               brace               for               a               few               hours               after               that.
               The               hospital               was               almost               as               traumatizing               as               the               accident               itself.

It               was               several               hours               before               I               even               knew               what               was               wrong               or               what               could               be               wrong               with               me.

The               doctor               examined               Rick               first;               his               injuries               were               very               minor               and               I               heard               him               say               "could               you               please               help               my               wife               first?"               He               kept               looking               at               me               the               whole               time               he               was               being               examined.

The               worst               part               was               not               knowing               what               was               wrong.

My               side               was               growing               increasingly               more               painful.
               The               doctor               tried               to               examine               me               and               said               I               needed               x-rays,               MRIs               and               a               CT               scan.

When               he               went               to               touch               the               rib,               he               immediately               upgraded               my               condition               to               a               trauma               because               the               area               was               too               sensitive               for               him               to               even               touch.

I               was               ready               to               punch               him               when               he               put               pressure               on               it               even               though               I               knew               he               was               trying               to               help               me.
               I               was               taken               immediately               to               an               operating               room.

They               had               to               cut               my               sweatshirt               off.

It               was               a               favorite               sweatshirt-the               White               Tree               of               Gondor               from               Lord               of               the               Rings.

I               tried               to               think               about               what               the               tree               meant               and               I               tried               to               believe               that               everything               was               going               to               be               okay,               but               my               mother               and               stepfather               hadn't               arrived               at               the               hospital               yet               and               they               hadn't               let               Rick               come               up               with               me               to               this               operating               room.

I               looked               around               and               could               see               that               they               were               prepared               to               operate               immediately.

Compared               to               the               rest               of               the               hospital,               this               room               looked               reassuringly               high-tech,               but               that               was               also               very               intimidating.
               The               doctors               and               nurses               in               this               room               were               very               thorough,               efficient,               and               understanding               of               my               pain.

They               described               everything               they               did,               though               they               had               to               perform               multiple               exams               at               once               because               they               admitted               to               being               concerned               about               internal               bleeding.

They               told               me               that               everything               was               going               to               happen               fast               and               that               they               might               need               to               operate               quickly.

They               asked               about               my               surgical               history               and               I               let               them               know               about               my               drug               allergies               and               that               I               had               been               under               anesthesia               before               when               I               had               my               gall               bladder               removed               and               I               had               experienced               no               problems.

They               ran               me               through               some               scans.

They               gave               me               a               narcotic               which               didn't               slow               my               panic               but               did               help               with               the               pain               a               bit.
               After               they               were               finished               examining               my               rib               area               which               was               of               the               most               concern,               they               asked               what               else               hurt.

I               pointed               to               my               left               shoulder.

They               took               me               in               for               a               simpler,               quicker               x-ray               and               then               moved               me               back               down               to               the               original               room.

It               was               more               than               forty-five               minutes               before               they               had               results.

They               left               me               thinking               I               could               be               bleeding               to               death               inside,               making               me               think               it               was               serious-and               with               no               results.

My               family               was               there               and               did               their               best               to               make               me               comfortable,               but               didn't               ask               after               the               test               results.

I               was               helpless.

This               was               probably               the               worst               part               of               the               whole               experience-they               wouldn't               even               help               me.
               Eventually               I               was               diagnosed               with               severe               abdominal               bruising               and               a               fractured               left               clavicle.

I               was               promptly               diagnosed               and               they               left               my               (injured)               husband               to               help               me               out               of               bed               while               my               stepfather               retrieved               his               vehicle               so               he               could               drive               me               home.

Rick               couldn't               lift               me               out               of               bed               since               he               had               strained               his               (previously               dislocated)               shoulder               and               sprained               his               wrist.

Since               he               understood               shoulder               pain,               he               did               his               best               to               guide               me,               but               what               my               husband               and               the               hospital               staff               did               not               understand               was               that               I               was               in               immense               pain               in               my               ribs-far               beyond               the               pain               of               a               fracture.

The               nurse               lost               her               patience               with               me               and               left,               but               Rick               was               there,               willing               to               wait               as               long               as               it               took               until               I               could               get               myself               out               of               bed               and               into               the               wheelchair.
               I               sat               in               the               chair               as               soon               as               I               could               but               began               to               black               out.

Rick               went               to               get               water               which               I               think               I               asked               for,               but               my               vision               started               to               fade.

I               slowly               sipped               the               water               as               he               wheeled               me               down               the               hallway.

For               more               than               a               minute,               I               could               see               nothing               but               black               and               then               the               light               began               to               come               back.

When               I               got               outside,               my               mother               and               stepdad               were               there               to               help               me               into               the               truck               and               things               began               to               get               better               from               there,               but               I               still               held               in               a               lot               of               anger.

I               had               almost               fallen               out               of               the               wheelchair.

The               hospital               was               clearly               understaffed...and               they               left               me               sitting               for               nearly               an               hour               thinking               I               just               might               have               internal               bleeding,               strapped               to               a               neck               brace               with               no               way               of               moving.
               Until               this               point,               I               did               not               realize               that               my               anger               towards               my               hospital               stay               compensated               for               over               half               of               my               trauma.

Hopefully               by               writing               and               talking               about               the               experience,               you               can               learn               from               your               own               words               as               well.
               Seatbelt               Injuries
               Seatbelts               and               airbags               save               lives,               but               they               also               cause               injuries.

Without               a               seatbelt,               I               would               have               gone               through               a               windshield               directly               into               a               cement               wall               at               45               a               miles               per               hour               impact.

I               might               not               have               survived.

If               you've               been               in               an               accident               and               have               seatbelt               injuries,               it's               important               to               understand               that               your               injuries               would               likely               be               worse               were               you               not               wearing               a               seatbelt.
               That               said,               I               sustained               injuries               due               to               the               seatbelt               and               airbag               impacts.

I               had               bruising               so               severe               over               my               left               breast               that               I               still               have               a               'blood               lump'               from               the               injury.

I               am               also               stil               having               digestive               problems               which               require               additional               tests.

The               airbag               deployment               prevented               the               seatbelt               from               breaking               my               breastbone.

My               ribs               likely               have               hairline               fractures               (my               chiropractor's               guess)               and               my               back               was               so               contorted               that               I               have               flashbacks               from               laying               down               flat               on               it               still.

I               had               only               a               small               contusion               on               my               forehead               from               the               airbag               and               a               chemical               burn               on               my               right               pinky               finger.

I               was               wearing               glasses               at               the               time               of               impact,               but               the               airbag               knocked               them               away,               barely               bent               them,               and               made               no               injury               to               my               face.

After               a               few               weeks,               the               burn               blistered               and               came               off               in               the               shower,               almost               like               a               severe               sunburn.

The               new               skin               that               grew               under               it               was               ultra-sensitive,               but               after               a               few               more               weeks               feels               like               the               rest               of               my               hand.
               Rib               Injury               Due               to               Seatbelt
               The               rib               injury               was               the               most               difficult               for               me               to               deal               with               because               the               doctors               said               it               was               'just               bruising.'               However,               it               was               much               more               severe               than               the               fracture               and               the               progress               in               its               healing               is               still               so               slow               that               it               is               difficult               to               notice               or               measure.

I               had               to               rely               on               my               husband               to               get               out               of               bed               or               a               chair               for               up               to               three               weeks               and               for               the               first               few               days,               I               required               his               assistance               in               getting               to               the               toilet               and               the               shower.

I               would               not               have               been               able               to               do               this               were               I               living               alone.

Fortunately,               I               was               able               to               go               to               the               bathroom               by               myself               and               scrub               myself,               but               this               was               about               all               I               was               able               to               accomplish               aside               from               light               activity               on               the               computer               and               some               reading.

There               was               no               comfortable               sleeping               position-only               the               'least               painful.'
               The               worst               pain               came               from               coughing               and               sneezing.

It               pulled               my               back-each               time               a               reminder               of               the               accident-and               hurt               my               left               ribs               so               badly               I               screamed               in               pain.

Aside               from               medication,               which               I               knew               was               simply               masking               the               pain               instead               of               curing               it,               the               only               thing               that               helped               was               to               talk               about               the               accident.

I               would               call               my               mother               and               detail               my               progress               and               talk               about               it               every               day               with               my               husband               and               my               mother-in-law.

I               related               the               story               to               my               orthopedic               doctor               as               well               and               at               last               to               my               understanding               chiropractor.
               Clavicle               Fracture
               The               clavicle               fracture               was               not               extremely               painful.

I               noticed               immediately               that               it               was               only               aggravated               when               I               moved               it               in               certain               ways.

Before               I               was               discharged,               the               nurse               advised               me               to               move               my               wrist               each               hour               for               blood               flow.

After               a               few               days,               my               elbow               did               swell               up               and               I               started               going               for               hours               at               a               time               without               the               brace.

Day               by               day,               I               was               able               to               notice               improvement.

Now               there               is               just               a               bit               of               stiffness               there,               although               I               still               have               moderate               pain               in               my               ribs               (a               month               and               a               half               post-accident).
               Physical               Therapy
               I               was               told               to               go               to               the               chiropractor               and               avoided               physical               therapy.

Under               the               supervision               of               my               personal               trainer               and               doctors,               I               began               my               own               physical               therapy               at               my               own               pace               using               mainly               Yoga               on               the               Wii               Fit               Plus.

I               recommend               using               the               Wii               Fit               as               part               of               physical               and               mental               recovery,               but               it               should               be               done               so               only               after               consulting               your               physician.
               Getting               Out               and               Psychological               Effects
               The               accident               caused               mental               effects               aside               from               the               PTSD,               which               disrupts               my               sleep               schedule.

I               chose               to               make               a               career               shift               to               accommodate               my               temporary               disabilities               because               I               was               fortunate               enough               to               have               the               option               to               work               from               home.

I               did               this,               and               it               reduced               my               overall               stress               level.

However,               I               quickly               noticed               that               getting               out               of               the               house               each               day               was               essential               to               my               recovery.

Rick               and               I               took               our               dog               for               walks               and               he               took               me               on               errands,               even               just               to               buy               milk.

Staying               in               the               house               (especially               before               I               was               well               enough               to               clean               or               do               laundry)               was               making               me               depressed.

Now,               I               am               fortunately               able               to               do               laundry               and               keep               my               work               area               clean               and               I               am               better               able               to               cope.
               Family               Support
               After               my               visit               in               the               hospital,               I               literally               would               not               have               been               able               to               function               without               others.

At               first               I               didn't               mind,               but               after               a               while               I               began               to               feel               helpless,               like               a               burden,               especially               upon               my               husband               who               was               taking               care               of               me               while               he               was               recovering               himself.

He               had               just               started               a               new               job               and               didn't               want               to               be               on               disability,               so               I               did               my               best               to               support               his               work               ethic               and               helped               him               count               down               the               days               until               he               was               back               at               work.

Meanwhile,               I               used               his               support               to               write               consistently               and               to               transition               my               career               into               a               full-time               freelance               opportunity.

My               mother-in-law               supported               me               by               helping               with               laundry,               cooking               for               me,               and               talking               with               me               each               day.

My               grandparents,               mother,               friends               and               aunt               supported               me               on               the               phone               each               day               and               kept               in               touch               via               social               media.
               As               a               result               of               this,               I               realize               that               even               just               a               'hello'               can               be               very               important               to               a               person               recovering               from               an               accident.

The               best               thing               one               person               can               do               for               an               accident               victim               is               listen.

I               am               very               fortunate               to               be               surrounded               by               excellent               listeners,               especially               my               patient               husband.
               What               I               Learned
               With               my               recovery               mostly               complete,               I               am               trying               to               think               about               the               positive               things               that               came               out               of               the               accident.
               I               was               able               to               spend               time               with               my               husband               and               I               grew               to               have               even               more               respect               for               him               because               of               his               patience,               kindness               and               concern.

I               really               saw               the               measure               of               his               physical               and               emotional               strength               and               observed               the               way               he               fulfilled               the               vows               he               took               just               months               prior               to               the               accident.

Rick               held               me               when               I               cried               and               helped               me               to               see               that               things               would               get               better.

Meanwhile,               he               also               managed               to               encourage               and               support               my               personal               goals               and               my               career               goals.

I               am               now               working               very               hard               both               making               money               in               my               new               career               and               working               around               the               house               to               ensure               that               Rick               is               able               to               meet               his               career               goals               in               turn.

I               work               his               hours               and               accommodate               his               schedule               and               also               support               his               career               decisions.
               We               work               together               to               figure               out               financial               problems               and               bills-and               while               we               are               still               waiting               on               insurance               payouts               and               disability               in               this               economy,               that               can               be               a               bit               tricky.

I               am               glad               we               make               such               a               good               team.

We               both               get               angry               and               frustrated               with               certain               things,               but               when               that               happens,               we               are               there               to               back               each               other               up.

Rick               is               better               at               sorting               out               a               mess               and               I               am               stronger               at               following               up               on               tasks.

This               accident               has               caused               us               to               work               together               more               efficiently               to               solve               problems.
               Using               the               Wii               Fit,               I               understood               the               importance               of               me               and               my               own               goals               in               my               recovery.

While               I               listened               to               my               doctors,               it               was               up               to               me               to               work               on               my               physical               and               emotional               recovery               however               I               knew               best,               so               I               learned               that               I               was               determined.
               The               remainder               of               what               I               learned               involved               things               that               I               had               suspected               or               assumed:               who               my               true               friends               were,               the               truth               about               business               arrangements               and               other               personal               assumptions.

Overall,               I               still               wish               the               accident               hadn't               happened,               but               am               glad               that               it               was               a               catalyst               for               forcing               me               to               stop               and               understand               the               world               around               me.



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    In               the               first               week               of               December,               I               was               involved               in               two               car               accidents.

    The               second               of               the               two               was               especially               traumatizing,               and               before               I               was               involved               in               it,               I               was               already               having               flashbacks               and               dreaming               about               the               first               accident.

    Looking               for               answers               about               my               injuries               and               difficulties,               I               came               across               this               helpful               article               on               Associated               Content               written               by               Christi               Bowers.

    Like               Christi,               I               am               writing               about               my               experience               to               help               others               know               that               they               are               not               alone               and               to               let               them               know               what               to               expect               during               accident               injury               recovery.

    Here               are               some               methods               that               have               helped               me               cope               with               the               accident.

    Hopefully               they               will               also               help               you.
                   Confront               the               Memory
                   For               me,               the               accident               also               resulted               in               a               diagnosis               of               PTSD               (post               traumatic               stress               disorder).

    As               part               of               my               therapy,               I've               been               asked               to               write               down               a               detailed               account               of               the               accident.

    Flashbacks               are               difficult               to               endure;               if               you               are               having               them,               it's               best               to               consult               a               therapist.

    I               have               confronted               the               memory               of               the               car               accident               by               role-playing               the               accident               in               a               seated               position               and               by               forcing               myself               to               work               through               the               entire               memory               rather               than               avoid               it               (even               during               a               relaxing               yoga               exercise).

    Talking               about               it               with               my               husband               (who               understands               PTSD               due               to               his               time               in               the               military)               has               also               helped.
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                   My               accident               began               on               a               chilly               December               morning.

    My               husband               was               taking               me               to               see               my               family               for               breakfast.

    We               were               driving               west               on               the               Pennsylvania               turnpike               and               were               a               few               miles               away               from               the               Willow               Grove               exit.

    I               was               already               nervous               about               being               in               a               car               since               I               had               just               been               in               an               accident               three               days               prior.

    I               was               anxious               and               breathing               heavily;               due               to               the               bruising               I               wasn't               wearing               a               bra               and               the               seatbelt               was               positioned               right               in               the               middle               of               my               chest.
                   We               were               listening               to               the               radio               and               we               were               quiet.

    A               deer               suddenly               jumped               over               the               center               median               of               the               highway.

    I               screamed               "A               deer!"               and               my               husband-the               driver-acknowledged               that               he               saw               it.

    He               swerved               his               car               to               avoid               hitting               the               animal.

    It               was               so               close               to               the               car               I               remember               the               terrified               look               in               the               doe's               eyes.

    Her               coat               looked               ragged               and               worn.

    I               was               screaming               the               entire               time.

    The               next               thing               I               knew               we               were               driving               head               on               into               a               wall               on               the               right               side               of               the               road.

    I               could               only               think               what               I               had               thought               in               my               accident               three               days               prior:               this               isn't               happening.
                   I               woke               up,               still               screaming-I               don't               think               I               lost               consciousness,               but               in               retrospect               I               at               least               had               my               eyes               closed               for               a               few               seconds               after               impact.

    My               husband               was               okay               and               I               kept               screaming.

    "I               can't               breathe!

    I               can't               breathe!"               He               responded,               "If               you're               talking,               you're               breathing."               I               think               he               said               he               didn't               want               me               to               move,               but               the               airbags               had               deployed               and               there               was               mixed               smoke               and               powder               everywhere-apparently               the               radiator               had               also               been               damaged.

    There               was               no               fresh               air,               just               smoke,               and               I               felt               trapped.

    I               opened               the               door               and               got               my               seat               belt               off.

    I               kicked               the               door               open               and               by               that               time               my               husband               had               gotten               out               of               the               car               and               came               over.

    I               tried               to               get               out               of               the               car               and               would               have               fallen               if               he               had               not               been               there               to               catch               me.
                   The               first               thing               I               felt               was               the               immense               pain               in               my               back.

    It               wasn't               a               prior               injury               resurfacing               as               I               had               feared-it               was               worse,               and               radiated               around               to               the               front               of               my               left               ribs               and               all               through               my               chest.

    I               kept               screaming               "my               back,               my               back!"               and               I               was               having               trouble               breathing.

    Rick               didn't               want               to               rest               me               on               the               road               so               close               to               the               car,               but               he               had               to.
                   Others               pulled               over               to               help.

    Some               were               with               a               National               Guard               medical               unit               (doing               what               the               National               Guard               should               be               doing-protecting               people               in               this               nation               instead               of               in               other               nations               and               I               am               grateful               they               were               in               Pennsylvania               that               day).

    They               kept               my               neck               stable               and               Rick               talked               to               a               police               officer.

    An               ambulance               arrived               but               it               must               have               been               after               more               than               twenty               minutes.

    I               was               stuck               in               a               neck               brace               for               a               few               hours               after               that.
                   The               hospital               was               almost               as               traumatizing               as               the               accident               itself.

    It               was               several               hours               before               I               even               knew               what               was               wrong               or               what               could               be               wrong               with               me.

    The               doctor               examined               Rick               first;               his               injuries               were               very               minor               and               I               heard               him               say               "could               you               please               help               my               wife               first?"               He               kept               looking               at               me               the               whole               time               he               was               being               examined.

    The               worst               part               was               not               knowing               what               was               wrong.

    My               side               was               growing               increasingly               more               painful.
                   The               doctor               tried               to               examine               me               and               said               I               needed               x-rays,               MRIs               and               a               CT               scan.

    When               he               went               to               touch               the               rib,               he               immediately               upgraded               my               condition               to               a               trauma               because               the               area               was               too               sensitive               for               him               to               even               touch.

    I               was               ready               to               punch               him               when               he               put               pressure               on               it               even               though               I               knew               he               was               trying               to               help               me.
                   I               was               taken               immediately               to               an               operating               room.

    They               had               to               cut               my               sweatshirt               off.

    It               was               a               favorite               sweatshirt-the               White               Tree               of               Gondor               from               Lord               of               the               Rings.

    I               tried               to               think               about               what               the               tree               meant               and               I               tried               to               believe               that               everything               was               going               to               be               okay,               but               my               mother               and               stepfather               hadn't               arrived               at               the               hospital               yet               and               they               hadn't               let               Rick               come               up               with               me               to               this               operating               room.

    I               looked               around               and               could               see               that               they               were               prepared               to               operate               immediately.

    Compared               to               the               rest               of               the               hospital,               this               room               looked               reassuringly               high-tech,               but               that               was               also               very               intimidating.
                   The               doctors               and               nurses               in               this               room               were               very               thorough,               efficient,               and               understanding               of               my               pain.

    They               described               everything               they               did,               though               they               had               to               perform               multiple               exams               at               once               because               they               admitted               to               being               concerned               about               internal               bleeding.

    They               told               me               that               everything               was               going               to               happen               fast               and               that               they               might               need               to               operate               quickly.

    They               asked               about               my               surgical               history               and               I               let               them               know               about               my               drug               allergies               and               that               I               had               been               under               anesthesia               before               when               I               had               my               gall               bladder               removed               and               I               had               experienced               no               problems.

    They               ran               me               through               some               scans.

    They               gave               me               a               narcotic               which               didn't               slow               my               panic               but               did               help               with               the               pain               a               bit.
                   After               they               were               finished               examining               my               rib               area               which               was               of               the               most               concern,               they               asked               what               else               hurt.

    I               pointed               to               my               left               shoulder.

    They               took               me               in               for               a               simpler,               quicker               x-ray               and               then               moved               me               back               down               to               the               original               room.

    It               was               more               than               forty-five               minutes               before               they               had               results.

    They               left               me               thinking               I               could               be               bleeding               to               death               inside,               making               me               think               it               was               serious-and               with               no               results.

    My               family               was               there               and               did               their               best               to               make               me               comfortable,               but               didn't               ask               after               the               test               results.

    I               was               helpless.

    This               was               probably               the               worst               part               of               the               whole               experience-they               wouldn't               even               help               me.
                   Eventually               I               was               diagnosed               with               severe               abdominal               bruising               and               a               fractured               left               clavicle.

    I               was               promptly               diagnosed               and               they               left               my               (injured)               husband               to               help               me               out               of               bed               while               my               stepfather               retrieved               his               vehicle               so               he               could               drive               me               home.

    Rick               couldn't               lift               me               out               of               bed               since               he               had               strained               his               (previously               dislocated)               shoulder               and               sprained               his               wrist.

    Since               he               understood               shoulder               pain,               he               did               his               best               to               guide               me,               but               what               my               husband               and               the               hospital               staff               did               not               understand               was               that               I               was               in               immense               pain               in               my               ribs-far               beyond               the               pain               of               a               fracture.

    The               nurse               lost               her               patience               with               me               and               left,               but               Rick               was               there,               willing               to               wait               as               long               as               it               took               until               I               could               get               myself               out               of               bed               and               into               the               wheelchair.
                   I               sat               in               the               chair               as               soon               as               I               could               but               began               to               black               out.

    Rick               went               to               get               water               which               I               think               I               asked               for,               but               my               vision               started               to               fade.

    I               slowly               sipped               the               water               as               he               wheeled               me               down               the               hallway.

    For               more               than               a               minute,               I               could               see               nothing               but               black               and               then               the               light               began               to               come               back.

    When               I               got               outside,               my               mother               and               stepdad               were               there               to               help               me               into               the               truck               and               things               began               to               get               better               from               there,               but               I               still               held               in               a               lot               of               anger.

    I               had               almost               fallen               out               of               the               wheelchair.

    The               hospital               was               clearly               understaffed...and               they               left               me               sitting               for               nearly               an               hour               thinking               I               just               might               have               internal               bleeding,               strapped               to               a               neck               brace               with               no               way               of               moving.
                   Until               this               point,               I               did               not               realize               that               my               anger               towards               my               hospital               stay               compensated               for               over               half               of               my               trauma.

    Hopefully               by               writing               and               talking               about               the               experience,               you               can               learn               from               your               own               words               as               well.
                   Seatbelt               Injuries
                   Seatbelts               and               airbags               save               lives,               but               they               also               cause               injuries.

    Without               a               seatbelt,               I               would               have               gone               through               a               windshield               directly               into               a               cement               wall               at               45               a               miles               per               hour               impact.

    I               might               not               have               survived.

    If               you've               been               in               an               accident               and               have               seatbelt               injuries,               it's               important               to               understand               that               your               injuries               would               likely               be               worse               were               you               not               wearing               a               seatbelt.
                   That               said,               I               sustained               injuries               due               to               the               seatbelt               and               airbag               impacts.

    I               had               bruising               so               severe               over               my               left               breast               that               I               still               have               a               'blood               lump'               from               the               injury.

    I               am               also               stil               having               digestive               problems               which               require               additional               tests.

    The               airbag               deployment               prevented               the               seatbelt               from               breaking               my               breastbone.

    My               ribs               likely               have               hairline               fractures               (my               chiropractor's               guess)               and               my               back               was               so               contorted               that               I               have               flashbacks               from               laying               down               flat               on               it               still.

    I               had               only               a               small               contusion               on               my               forehead               from               the               airbag               and               a               chemical               burn               on               my               right               pinky               finger.

    I               was               wearing               glasses               at               the               time               of               impact,               but               the               airbag               knocked               them               away,               barely               bent               them,               and               made               no               injury               to               my               face.

    After               a               few               weeks,               the               burn               blistered               and               came               off               in               the               shower,               almost               like               a               severe               sunburn.

    The               new               skin               that               grew               under               it               was               ultra-sensitive,               but               after               a               few               more               weeks               feels               like               the               rest               of               my               hand.
                   Rib               Injury               Due               to               Seatbelt
                   The               rib               injury               was               the               most               difficult               for               me               to               deal               with               because               the               doctors               said               it               was               'just               bruising.'               However,               it               was               much               more               severe               than               the               fracture               and               the               progress               in               its               healing               is               still               so               slow               that               it               is               difficult               to               notice               or               measure.

    I               had               to               rely               on               my               husband               to               get               out               of               bed               or               a               chair               for               up               to               three               weeks               and               for               the               first               few               days,               I               required               his               assistance               in               getting               to               the               toilet               and               the               shower.

    I               would               not               have               been               able               to               do               this               were               I               living               alone.

    Fortunately,               I               was               able               to               go               to               the               bathroom               by               myself               and               scrub               myself,               but               this               was               about               all               I               was               able               to               accomplish               aside               from               light               activity               on               the               computer               and               some               reading.

    There               was               no               comfortable               sleeping               position-only               the               'least               painful.'
                   The               worst               pain               came               from               coughing               and               sneezing.

    It               pulled               my               back-each               time               a               reminder               of               the               accident-and               hurt               my               left               ribs               so               badly               I               screamed               in               pain.

    Aside               from               medication,               which               I               knew               was               simply               masking               the               pain               instead               of               curing               it,               the               only               thing               that               helped               was               to               talk               about               the               accident.

    I               would               call               my               mother               and               detail               my               progress               and               talk               about               it               every               day               with               my               husband               and               my               mother-in-law.

    I               related               the               story               to               my               orthopedic               doctor               as               well               and               at               last               to               my               understanding               chiropractor.
                   Clavicle               Fracture
                   The               clavicle               fracture               was               not               extremely               painful.

    I               noticed               immediately               that               it               was               only               aggravated               when               I               moved               it               in               certain               ways.

    Before               I               was               discharged,               the               nurse               advised               me               to               move               my               wrist               each               hour               for               blood               flow.

    After               a               few               days,               my               elbow               did               swell               up               and               I               started               going               for               hours               at               a               time               without               the               brace.

    Day               by               day,               I               was               able               to               notice               improvement.

    Now               there               is               just               a               bit               of               stiffness               there,               although               I               still               have               moderate               pain               in               my               ribs               (a               month               and               a               half               post-accident).
                   Physical               Therapy
                   I               was               told               to               go               to               the               chiropractor               and               avoided               physical               therapy.

    Under               the               supervision               of               my               personal               trainer               and               doctors,               I               began               my               own               physical               therapy               at               my               own               pace               using               mainly               Yoga               on               the               Wii               Fit               Plus.

    I               recommend               using               the               Wii               Fit               as               part               of               physical               and               mental               recovery,               but               it               should               be               done               so               only               after               consulting               your               physician.
                   Getting               Out               and               Psychological               Effects
                   The               accident               caused               mental               effects               aside               from               the               PTSD,               which               disrupts               my               sleep               schedule.

    I               chose               to               make               a               career               shift               to               accommodate               my               temporary               disabilities               because               I               was               fortunate               enough               to               have               the               option               to               work               from               home.

    I               did               this,               and               it               reduced               my               overall               stress               level.

    However,               I               quickly               noticed               that               getting               out               of               the               house               each               day               was               essential               to               my               recovery.

    Rick               and               I               took               our               dog               for               walks               and               he               took               me               on               errands,               even               just               to               buy               milk.

    Staying               in               the               house               (especially               before               I               was               well               enough               to               clean               or               do               laundry)               was               making               me               depressed.

    Now,               I               am               fortunately               able               to               do               laundry               and               keep               my               work               area               clean               and               I               am               better               able               to               cope.
                   Family               Support
                   After               my               visit               in               the               hospital,               I               literally               would               not               have               been               able               to               function               without               others.

    At               first               I               didn't               mind,               but               after               a               while               I               began               to               feel               helpless,               like               a               burden,               especially               upon               my               husband               who               was               taking               care               of               me               while               he               was               recovering               himself.

    He               had               just               started               a               new               job               and               didn't               want               to               be               on               disability,               so               I               did               my               best               to               support               his               work               ethic               and               helped               him               count               down               the               days               until               he               was               back               at               work.

    Meanwhile,               I               used               his               support               to               write               consistently               and               to               transition               my               career               into               a               full-time               freelance               opportunity.

    My               mother-in-law               supported               me               by               helping               with               laundry,               cooking               for               me,               and               talking               with               me               each               day.

    My               grandparents,               mother,               friends               and               aunt               supported               me               on               the               phone               each               day               and               kept               in               touch               via               social               media.
                   As               a               result               of               this,               I               realize               that               even               just               a               'hello'               can               be               very               important               to               a               person               recovering               from               an               accident.

    The               best               thing               one               person               can               do               for               an               accident               victim               is               listen.

    I               am               very               fortunate               to               be               surrounded               by               excellent               listeners,               especially               my               patient               husband.
                   What               I               Learned
                   With               my               recovery               mostly               complete,               I               am               trying               to               think               about               the               positive               things               that               came               out               of               the               accident.
                   I               was               able               to               spend               time               with               my               husband               and               I               grew               to               have               even               more               respect               for               him               because               of               his               patience,               kindness               and               concern.

    I               really               saw               the               measure               of               his               physical               and               emotional               strength               and               observed               the               way               he               fulfilled               the               vows               he               took               just               months               prior               to               the               accident.

    Rick               held               me               when               I               cried               and               helped               me               to               see               that               things               would               get               better.

    Meanwhile,               he               also               managed               to               encourage               and               support               my               personal               goals               and               my               career               goals.

    I               am               now               working               very               hard               both               making               money               in               my               new               career               and               working               around               the               house               to               ensure               that               Rick               is               able               to               meet               his               career               goals               in               turn.

    I               work               his               hours               and               accommodate               his               schedule               and               also               support               his               career               decisions.
                   We               work               together               to               figure               out               financial               problems               and               bills-and               while               we               are               still               waiting               on               insurance               payouts               and               disability               in               this               economy,               that               can               be               a               bit               tricky.

    I               am               glad               we               make               such               a               good               team.

    We               both               get               angry               and               frustrated               with               certain               things,               but               when               that               happens,               we               are               there               to               back               each               other               up.

    Rick               is               better               at               sorting               out               a               mess               and               I               am               stronger               at               following               up               on               tasks.

    This               accident               has               caused               us               to               work               together               more               efficiently               to               solve               problems.
                   Using               the               Wii               Fit,               I               understood               the               importance               of               me               and               my               own               goals               in               my               recovery.

    While               I               listened               to               my               doctors,               it               was               up               to               me               to               work               on               my               physical               and               emotional               recovery               however               I               knew               best,               so               I               learned               that               I               was               determined.
                   The               remainder               of               what               I               learned               involved               things               that               I               had               suspected               or               assumed:               who               my               true               friends               were,               the               truth               about               business               arrangements               and               other               personal               assumptions.

    Overall,               I               still               wish               the               accident               hadn't               happened,               but               am               glad               that               it               was               a               catalyst               for               forcing               me               to               stop               and               understand               the               world               around               me.



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