June 20th changed my life.
I was in a very severe accident on June 20th around 4 pm. I was on my way home after a biking day. I was only like 10 minutes away so I didn’t think much of it. As I was exiting a neighborhood I was T-boned on the drivers side and I was immediately impacted. I lost consciousness, and I was unable to breathe. The whole street got closed down and people rushed to help me, finally a helicopter came for me to transport me to University hospital. My family rushed to the hospital and wasn’t able to see me until that night. I was still unresponsive and I had blood all over my face. I broke my pelvis, ribs and my airway was closing. I don’t remember my accident at all or the days leading up to it. My ICU time is almost a complete blur to me. There I had little memory and had tubes and cables all around my body. I remember waking up in Acute and I was completely mortified and confused at to why I was even in the hospital. The worst part was not being able to see my family because of COVID. I had never felt so scared or alone. This seemed like an impossible battle. Around July 15th my memory started coming back and I had to accept the fact that I had been in an accident. I also had to accept that I couldn’t walk. I had a couple of ER visits and emergency surgeries due to my breathing, but today I can say after 4 months I can walk again. It’s been a long recovery road but I am determined to live. I still have a lot of recovering to do but I will not give up without a fight.
