The problem with answering the question of what exactly happened is that I don't exactly know. I banged my head pretty hard in the accident. The last thing I remember before the pain and the blood was making a left off the freeway. My next memory is total blackness, and the voices of paramedics talking about cutting me out of my car. At this point I was fading in and out of consciousness. Every time I woke up I would think to myself, "This is one horrible dream. I hope I wake up soon." Eventually I realized I was awake. My concussion was pretty bad though, and I still really confused. Talking was a problem, as was understanding anything that was said to me. I did manage to give the hospital staff d23s number, and they gave him a call.
And I owe him a whole lot of thanks. He did a lot for me. Not only did he bring me my toys (laptop, PSP, movies), he also brought people by to see me, and gave people the information to call me. More than anything else, except maybe the painkillers, that had the greatest effect on my mood. When I became coherent enough to understand what was going on my mood started sliding quickly towards despair. My car is gone. It's completely trashed, and it's not going to recover. I need a car not only to get to and from dialysis, but to go just about anywhere. And even if it weren't destroyed, the police report says I blacked out whil driving, and slammed into a light pole. I can't dispute that, because I don't remeber anything about it. There was no evidence of any other cars being involved. Just what that means, I don't know exactly. Only that I probably shouldn't be operating a vehicle. They ran a lot of CT scans on me, but didn't find any evidence of brain damage or seizures. The doctors don't know why I blacked out anymore than I do, and that's left me pretty shaken.
A doctor came by while I was typing this out. In his opinion they'll be sending me home today. My ribs still hurt a lot, but my leg looks ok. As long as I can put weight on it and walk, they say I'm ready to leave.
And I owe him a whole lot of thanks. He did a lot for me. Not only did he bring me my toys (laptop, PSP, movies), he also brought people by to see me, and gave people the information to call me. More than anything else, except maybe the painkillers, that had the greatest effect on my mood. When I became coherent enough to understand what was going on my mood started sliding quickly towards despair. My car is gone. It's completely trashed, and it's not going to recover. I need a car not only to get to and from dialysis, but to go just about anywhere. And even if it weren't destroyed, the police report says I blacked out whil driving, and slammed into a light pole. I can't dispute that, because I don't remeber anything about it. There was no evidence of any other cars being involved. Just what that means, I don't know exactly. Only that I probably shouldn't be operating a vehicle. They ran a lot of CT scans on me, but didn't find any evidence of brain damage or seizures. The doctors don't know why I blacked out anymore than I do, and that's left me pretty shaken.
A doctor came by while I was typing this out. In his opinion they'll be sending me home today. My ribs still hurt a lot, but my leg looks ok. As long as I can put weight on it and walk, they say I'm ready to leave.
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felixpdx:
Damn, thats a run of bad luck. Sorry to hear.
d_day:
I actually liked Generator, though it was the beginning of the end for me. I own nothing after that. The few songs of their's I heard on the radio did not impress me in the least.