Well, I'm writing this with a sense of joy, sadness, and God knows what else. I've had a very full on week. At one point I was going to write about how difficult I made my life, and why I always upset people, this was on a Tuesday, and for some reason I never finished writing it, and I'm glad.
On Wednesday at approximately 945pm, I was driving home from my girlfriends, I literally got about a minute and a half away from her front door, when something caught my eye from the left on a slight right hand bend, I swerved, I braked really hard, I hit the curb the car careered towards a post, I hit the post and it swung the car left, and it hit a verge in which the car rolled twice down the hill. I woke up, upside down and in a lot of pain, I wasn't wearing my seat belt. I took out the keys from the ignition, and dragged myself out of the car through the glass and rubble. I panicked, and the first thing I did was tried to ring my girlfriend, eventually when I got a hold of her she panicked and bolted it down to see me. A woman called Sandy came and looked after me until the emergency services came in. There was a paramedics car, a firetruck full of firemen, 4 police officers and God knows what else.
I was put in a head board and a spine board, and put on to the ambulance and headed to Eastbourne hospital, this is where my journey and experience just got worse. I got pulled in to the A&E at roughly 11pm, there were from what I could see around 15 A&E doctors floating about, the one I could remember was a man called Kieren, he was incredibly helpful through out and made sure I was ok and panicked. They cut up my favourite t-shirt, and pretty much left me naked. I'm not exactly the best looking body dude around, and it was quite intimidating getting checked out in all places I wasn't really prepared for. Needless to say I made it through the check, and the number of people dwindled, I felt I was going to be ok. The radiologist came in and took some X-Rays, and then I was carted to A&E hole number 6... It was here my journey got worse..
I was laying in room number 6, strapped down by the neck to the bed, with my parents and girlfriend around me, unable to see anyone but the vent above me, and the odd occasional doctor who came in, I was sent for 6 X-Rays, 2 CT scans, and nearly 18 hours in a hospital, 17 of those pinned to a bed. It was by far the worst experience of my life, I couldn't see my beautiful girlfriend, or my mum and dad, and when I eventually got let out, I could barely walk, I was starving, my eyes, shoulder, back, body all hurt, everything was awful.
But I'm alive, and I am greatful.
I thought I would share my story with you, and I hope you enjoyed it.
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