What A Difference A Day Makes

I suffered Traumatic Brain Injury about 10 years ago. Let me back track, I was in a motor vehicle accident ten years ago. I suffered numerous physical injuries. I had never been in so much pain in my life and although I was being pumped with pain killers, the pain was still excruciating.

In life there are choices, there are decisions, there are consequences. When we make the wrong choice of action there are consequences.

That’s not something I am used too.

For most of my life I enjoyed prosperity. I made decisions as we all do everyday all day. When you lose confidence in yourself to make decisions, it can be a hopeless feeling.

I worked as computer engineer, I made good money, and at the time my job took my me all over the country. It was a beautiful sunny day not a cloud in the sky. I had just finished an assignment in North Florida and had one project left in Southern Georgia.

I was lazy that day, but forced myself to get in the car, a company car, and trek an hour and half to this client. Based on my notes, I estimated it would only take me 15 minutes to complete this job. Not so bad, would have the rest of the day to myself and looked forward to relaxing and taking in the Florida sun.

And Then

A semi or as I refer to them, an 18 wheeler lost control and hit me, I never saw it coming, immediately after being hit, and hearing a loud bang, I was unconscious and remained that way for three days.

Needless to say

I never made it to the client, and never got to take in the Florida Sun.

All the fractures were on the right side of my body, so I was bound to a wheelchair. During the first week in the hospital a level one trauma center, I underwent fourteen surgeries mostly to repair my leg.

I suffered a compound fracture to my lower right leg, a broken femur, my right arm was completely shattered, numerous broken ribs. And more…

I can’t tell you what happened, all I know factually is from the police report and some eye witnesses. I’m told after impact my car became lodged under the trailer of the truck and it dragged me and my car 200 yards, my car then became free but proceeded to flip over three times and than ejected me. I was wearing a seat belt. Nevertheless, I know none of this,I have no recollection of any of this.

The closest hospital was in South Georgia, and was taken their, they were unequipped to attend to me. Apparently I was at this hospital anywhere between six and ten hours. and they filled me up with morphine until I was life lighted to North Florida University of Florida Medical Center as bones protruded from my leg.

It was a level one trauma center, The fine surgeons put humpdy dumpty back together again

Enough of the boring details, I survived, although was stuck in a wheelchair for 12 months, and didn’t walk for 18 months, but today although limited at age 61 I still play basketball

During my 12 month in captivity to a wheel chair, I got an out pouring of support. Everyone would come up to me and wish me well.

Although the Physical injuries were unquestionably significant, They paled in comparison to the head injury. However, since it affected areas inside my head, in my brain, no one could see them and accordingly didn’t enjoy the out pouring of support because these injuries were invisible.

Accordingly I was declared disabled due to TBI, overtime I had improved dramatically, until recently an indicated my cognitive abilities had deteriorated significantly.

I’m sad now, because I know why I keep making bad decisions. However, I have never been a quitter, and will march on. It can always be worse!

You never know what and when life is going to throw you a curve ball. Live each day like it’s your last because we never know when that day will be. You wanna enjoy the Florida sunshine don’t you?


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Simply Pao.

A Journal of Trauma, Healing, and Motherhood


56 Days to Fitness


Smashing Mental Illness Stigma

Simply Pao.

A Journal of Trauma, Healing, and Motherhood


56 Days to Fitness


Smashing Mental Illness Stigma

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