Victim or Rock Star

Do you remember that anti-drug commercial 

from years ago that went like this:  

This is your brain. 

{insert raw egg}.

This is your brain on drugs. 

{insert said egg on frying pan ... sizzle, sizzle}

Any questions?

Well, that ad campaign is on my mind today, day 14 of my recovery from that horrible collision that has kept me home from work with a lot of time to think. Here's what I came up with: 

This is me, being a victim.

My poor van. Just look at it, a total loss. And poor me. It was so scary to have to watch that XTerra headed straight for me and not be able to get out of its way and I could have died or been paralyzed. And now I have to see doctors and I'll have this scar {which is ironically in the shape of a peace sign} on my knee forever and I used to love to nap but now it hurts to even get in and out of the bed much less strike a comfortable pose so as to keep my chipped ankle elevated, my lacerated knee still, and my kinked back from spasms. And I used to be really fast and proficient at pretty much anything I set my mind to and with this wrist cast even typing is a struggle much less washing and curling my hair and getting in and out of the bathtub. And I didn't ask for any of this. And I have so much work to do but I can't go to work because I don't have a car and even if I did I can't drive for at least six weeks because of all of the injuries on my right side and the insurance wants me to sign off on a property settlement for a third of what a replacement van is going to cost .... and this is going to go on forever because there'll be a criminal case since the driver who hit me was under the influence and ... so on and so on, 

blah, blah, blah, sniff, sniff, sniff.

This is me, being a Rock Star!

I am loved and have been well taken care of by my friends and school family. I found a precious lady named Irma to come and clean the house for me and we've been blessed with so many meals that I may never have to cook again {ok, that's an exaggeration but you get the picture}! I could have been paralyzed but hey, I was able to get myself out of the car that afternoon and even find the strength to get over the guard rail on that bridge and check on the other driver before I lost consciousness. I got a free ride in the ambulance since we have a volunteer Fire Department in our town and was treated with kindness and excellent medical care by Lt. Rubio, an EMS first responder who was assigned to ride in the back with me. The ER visit only took five hours and I was back home in time for tuck-ins and I had so many wonderful phone calls telling me that prayers were coming my way and I've been able to sleep as well as can be expected and my loving husband and boys are taking such great care of me. Beautiful bouquets from WI and CT and D.C. and other places have come to my door at just the perfect time so as to interrupt any kind of pity party I might have been planning to host. Cards too numerous to count like the one above from a third-grade friend keep me comfy and at peace with the world. And don't you just love that I was driving a Honda whose crumple zone, seat belt and air bag did their job so perfectly? Who knows? I may be released to return to work soon, and my friends and family are better medicine than any prescription that my doctors could write. Rock on!

My purple cast, my air boot, my swollen knee
and all the comforts from my caring peeps!

"You rarely have time for everything you want in this life, so you need to make choices. And hopefully your choices can come from a deep sense of who you are. " ~Mr. Rogers

Any questions?