JohnRM
Don't make me destroy you
I don't know how many of you noticed that I hadn't been around for a while. On April 10th, I was nearly killed in a head-on collision near my home in Pennsylvania. The other driver crossed into my lane to pass another car and somehow did not see me.
Anyhow, I was severely injured in the accident and life flighted to a nearby trauma center. The Surgeon who worked on me on that Friday said that when he came in Monday he was surprised that I was still alive.
My car, after being torn up to extricate me from the vehicle.
I tore up my guts, snapped my femur, suffered a tib/fib fracture, fractured several vertebrae in my back (not paralyzed), broke two fingers, shattered my pelvis, and had dozens of cuts all over my body. Luckily, my balls are okay!
Unfortunately, and it hurts me beyond my ability to explain, the other driver was killed. Nobody else was involved in the crash, thank God. I just pray that she didn't feel any pain. When I came to in the car, I didn't feel pain, so...
Anyway, I managed to survive and I am doing well. The doctors and nurses have been consistently surprised with my progress. I have healed quickly and as of last Friday, I have come home. I can't walk yet, but I feel stronger everyday.
I have been consistently surprised by all of the concern, generosity, and goodwill sent my way from family, friends, and dozens of people that I don't even know. The medical staff that I have worked with have treated me in the most excellent manner and I am very grateful for the care that I have received. I plan on meeting every one of them when I am on my feet, once more.
Anyway, that leads me to two questions.
Have any of you been in a similar near death-type situation?
Have any of you been present when somebody died and did it bother you, at all?
EDIT: For the record, the doctors expect me to make a full recovery. No disabilities.
Anyhow, I was severely injured in the accident and life flighted to a nearby trauma center. The Surgeon who worked on me on that Friday said that when he came in Monday he was surprised that I was still alive.
My car, after being torn up to extricate me from the vehicle.
I tore up my guts, snapped my femur, suffered a tib/fib fracture, fractured several vertebrae in my back (not paralyzed), broke two fingers, shattered my pelvis, and had dozens of cuts all over my body. Luckily, my balls are okay!
Unfortunately, and it hurts me beyond my ability to explain, the other driver was killed. Nobody else was involved in the crash, thank God. I just pray that she didn't feel any pain. When I came to in the car, I didn't feel pain, so...
Anyway, I managed to survive and I am doing well. The doctors and nurses have been consistently surprised with my progress. I have healed quickly and as of last Friday, I have come home. I can't walk yet, but I feel stronger everyday.
I have been consistently surprised by all of the concern, generosity, and goodwill sent my way from family, friends, and dozens of people that I don't even know. The medical staff that I have worked with have treated me in the most excellent manner and I am very grateful for the care that I have received. I plan on meeting every one of them when I am on my feet, once more.
Anyway, that leads me to two questions.
Have any of you been in a similar near death-type situation?
Have any of you been present when somebody died and did it bother you, at all?
EDIT: For the record, the doctors expect me to make a full recovery. No disabilities.
Dude, John, I'm glad you're okay. 
