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Edited on Wed Jun-30-10 12:46 PM by ChairmanAgnostic
about 20 months ago, a drunk ran a red light at 60mph, finding me in her path. She was blowing a 0.198, almost three times the legal limit. The police were surprised that we survived the collision, given the amount of damage to our car. (her supersized SUV weighed 3 times as much as our car). On EDIT, of course the drunk was unhurt by the collision. She stumbled around giggling as the EMTs tried to remove my sweetie from the wreck. Yeah, big effing laugh.
I've had surgeries (multiple), a fractured leg, post surgical infections, and frankly, I lost count of the number of bottles of Vicodin I went through. Easily dozens. I am the proud owner of two huge bars in my lower back, plus the three long screws keeping them in place.
There hasn't been a day that has been pain free since the collision. not one. About a month ago, I forced myself to try walking without the cane, a five foot tall, hand turned beautiful hardwood, that always comes in handy with spasms, or sudden bouts of debilitating pain, or dealing with opposing counsel. It was tough at first, but I am still trying. I still have to stop walking, find something to lean against, and wait for the wave of pain to stop.
My sweetie fared hardly better. She was in a coma, and the worst thing that ever happened to me in this life was seeing her pulled out of the wreck on a backboard, unable to tell if she was still alive. I didn't find out until 6 hours later, and that was only because I demanded transport to the same ER.
I am self employed. If I don't work, I don't eat. I was unable to work for months, AND we had to hire folks to shop, cook, deal with the dogs, etc. I thought I would rejoice when the first cast came off, except the back pain was so huge and debilitating, that I could not function at all. Having both legs meant little when the "good" one was dragging on the floor when you walked. The spinal nerves were compressed and damaged, so I had constant weakness and numbness down one leg, plus the unremitting pain. What makes it worse is that my sweetie feels my pain, as well as her own, to this very day.
Vicodin does not stop pain. It only makes you not care that you hurt so much.
I am finally, at long last, getting back on track, and trying to pick up the pieces of my practice, but that damage might be permanent. your reputation is what you live on in my business. Luckily, most clients were very understanding. Most. Not all.
There are more than a few of us in the same boat. I will tell you the same thing I tell myself each fucking morning: "GODDAMIT THIS FUCKING HURTS. GODDAMMIT, I AM NOT LETTING THIS STOP ME TODAY! GODDAMMIT." And with that I force myself to roll out of bed, and try to stand up. Each and every fucking morning. But, I will not let this stop me. Just know that I am here for you, and I really, really REALLY understand. PM me and lets talk.
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