Friday in the Hospital

Seriously, this month just won’t let up. On our way back to Montebello, I passed out in the Uber and was unable to be made conscious again. My girl friend frantically shook me and ended up calling 911.

I was told the cops where kind of dicks. One shouted at me, “Wake up or you’re going to jail.” It didn’t do a thing. After realizing I’m beyond able to reawake, I was taken to the emergency room where I was held until the morning. Blood tests, a CAT scan, and whole host of other things were taped onto my body for monitoring.

I guess you can say my concussion from the accident was more serve than I had imagined. After realizing where I was, I ripped everything off of me and asked to be discharged. My dad came to pick me up and another shit show would be brewing at home.

I know I’m not invincible the least bit. Sucks I had to miss another day of work, but whatever. The office can figure most things out without me being there.

2019: I felt like I was closer to dying and all because of a stupid pothole on the road.

Later world. I’m alive and ready for another day.


The Aftermath

It’s the second day after my horrific accident. I honestly cannot remember what happened that night or the day after that well. Amnesia is scary and only gets worse the harder you think out all the events into place.

For whatever dumbass reason, I forgot to bring my phone with me that night. I guess I thought a quick trip to the store would be no big deal, right? I always avoid the busier streets anyway and opted for the smaller hidden ones. This however, would cause the accident that completely left me knocked out unconscious. I don’t remember the impact, only waking up to police asking if I was okay. I very much wasn’t. My car hit a deep pothole and had me colliding with the tree, sidewalk and a parked car. The air bag deployed which helped to keep my face relatively injury-free. I do have a bruise on my forehead to the right of me and my chin feels like it’s about to crumble, but I walked away from this — almost unscathed. My hips hurt but I don’t think anything is misaligned.

Who called 911 if I didn’t have my phone on me? My car did. It sensed the collision and rang up emergency services without my intervention. Technology came to my rescue and my God I’m thankful to be alive. I’d probably never buy a different brand car ever again. My life was spared. I’m taking tomorrow off just to keep my mind from getting too stressed.

Is it weird that is what it takes for me to have a few days off? Yeah, I’ll admit it’s highly unique and circumstantial. I needed this and tomorrow is a other beautiful day ready for the taking. I already have another car planned for purchase. I hit rock bottom — in the literal wheel hitting gravel sense, but things are already looking up. To tomorrow and many more to come.

Later world. I’m alive.