The morning after the accident I awoke to a new world of pain. Everything hurt, my toes, every muscle, my head, even my hair felt like it hurt. I had been warned that I had suffered a concussion and that the effects could take awhile to manifest themselves. I thought that was why my head felt like it was going to explode. But no. That wasn't it. The effects from the concussion waited two more days to rear their ugly head. When the concussion stuff began happening, the pain seemed bearable in comparison. I was dizzy even flat on my back. I threw up several dozen times. Every time I vommited I had to move and every movement was like being hit with a sledge hammer. It lasted a full 24 hours and then suddenly that part of my misery just stopped. After that the pain seemed easier to take. I just tried not to move.
Without going on about all that, I also had to begin the process of filing an insurance claim, although it was about a month before I could begin to deal with all that. I had to get the police report, my hospital records, an estimate for damages to the chair. Yeh, like I was in any shape to do all that. A month after the accident I was no longer a giant bandage. I was now a giant scab. Every move pulled on the scabs and sometimes opened them back up. But, somehow, with lots of help from Jon, we got all the required documents together and filed our claim.
There was some frustration involved in dealing with the insurance people, but we began getting money right away. It wasn't going to be a fortune (you have to be permanently disabled or disfigured for the big bucks) but it was going to be enough for us to do some serious redecorating. First thing was a laptop and a big 42" HDTV. Now I was beginning to truly join the current century. I had a lot of learning to do, but being in bed most of the time, it gave me something to do.
By early July I was functioning fairly normally, though I was no longer standing or walking at all. That would have to wait for the healing to be complete and for me to get back some kind of mental stability. I was terrified of leaving the apartment without Jon. Even with him I panicked if we had to cross a street. Crosswalks no longer afforded me any sense of safety. I had to wait until every car had come to a complete stop in both directions before venturing into the crosswalk. We often missed lights altogether while I went through this process. Jon demonstrated uncommon patience during this period.
By mid July things were better. I received my full settlement and we were preparing to begin a major renovation of our apartment. That had to be put on hold when on July 19th Jon had a major seizure and stopped breathing. Amazing how my own physical problems were suddenly forgotten. In between dialing 911 and propelling myself to his side I began mouth to mouth while awaiting the paramedics. They were here in two minutes (if two people ever needed to live across the street from a hospital...). It seemed like two hours to me. Jon was rushed to the ER, unconscious and not breathing on his own. I followed immediately. Amazingly I forgot to be afraid crossing the street. I was far more terrified than worrying about a little thing like a car. Arriving at the ER I found Jon in a coma and on a respirator. I went into a dull kind of shock. I was too scared to feel anything except panic.
Jon was moved to Intensive Care that night and remained in a coma for eight horror filled days. He began breathing on his own on the seventh day but he was far from out of the woods. All of this had been caused by a bleeding ulcer that ended up requiring two emergency surgeries and eight units of blood. It was touch and go for three long weeks during which time I had to get over my own fears and take care of evrything on my own. The dogs couldn't feed or walk themselves. I relied on my strong belief in the power that comes with remaining both calm inside and positive. I also relied on the remarkable support of my dear friends. Facebook became a constant source of encouragement. How had I lived without it?
Love is the greatest power the Universe has supplied for us to take advantage of whenever we need it"s strength. Miraculously, after three very challenging weeks, I brought Jon home. He healed faster than anyone anticipated. By the end of August we were ready to go shopping for new furniture and paint etc. We hired a painter and arranged to take the dogs to a motel for a couple of days while our home was transformed. I know that I was over the moon happy. Not only was my partner, my best friend, ok, but our lives were being transformed in a significant way materially and spiritually.
I will leave it there for today. I promise I will wrap up this eventful year tomorrow as we end the year for real.
Peace and Love,