So the past four months of my life have been much like a Greek tragedy. First, my parents retire and moved to Arizona. Then my living situation went from bearable, to intolerable, to unlivable. Ultimately, I moved out. Just as I moved into my new apartment my wallet, chock full of rent money, was stolen. Financial woes ensued. Finally, when I felt like I was getting back on solid ground Nursing school started up again. I felt overwhelmed and stressed, but certain that things couldn’t possibly get any worse and that I would weather out this storm. Then last Sunday happened. The clinical adviser of the hospital I work at allowed me to leave work early so that I could go home and study for my Med-Surg quiz. I was elated. I was going to go home and finally get ahead of the ball. Where I was going to stay for the rest of the semester. Wrong. I looked up at the crosswalk signal before I started to cross the road. 16 seconds left. I can make it, I thought to myself as I stepped into the crosswalk. I watched the seconds count down, 15, 14, 13, 12, and then all 11 seconds a car making a left hand turn rams into me and throws me several feet from the crosswalk. By the sheer grace of God I didn’t hit my head or lose consciousness. Two beautiful, compassionate women who were enjoying the lovely autumn weather eating lunch outside at a near by Japanese restaurant come to my aid. Before I can fully comprehend what just happened several other bi-standards, two of which where physicians hover around me. I fully remember the feeling of complete loneliness I felt as everyone asked if there was anyone they could call for me. No, there was not. My family lives in Arizona and I don’t want to worry them. I’ll call when things have calmed down. Within minutes of the accident police, firefighters, and EMT showed up. All incredibly cute, and all I could think was, “Christ. I’ve peed my pants.” I’m hysterical from the time I was hit to the time my best friend and roommate came to the ED, but I did a good job of not showing it.
X-rays were ordered and my coworkers came to the ED Bay to check on me. Thankfully, nothing was broken. A very nice police officer came in to the bay and told me that the driver of the vehicle was arrested on charges not related to the accident. I suppose I should have felt vindication, but I just felt sad. I left the ED roughly 3 hours after first arriving. I was in a knee immobilizer and had a cane to help me walk.
When I called my mother I could hear the stress in her voice. She was my emergency contact on hospital record. As she began to realize that I was okay her voice steadied and a resounding, “We’re getting you a lawyer tomorrow” bellowed through the phone. We’re not sue-happy kind of people, but given the circumstances something needs to be done.
The past four months have have been the hardest of my life. I hope that this accident is the last in a string of some very bad luck. As far as I’m concerned no luck is better than bad luck.