Interesting fact: I have been hit by a truck. Two years ago today. Let’s just say 2014 wasn’t the best year for me. Before I get in to what I learned, I would like to share some of the story with you.
In March of 2014 (Tuesday after Spring Break), Colton and I just finished doing our 2nd day of the Beta round of T25. (To be honest, we both were working very hard on our fitness since January 1 and were doing a great job of holding each other accountable). We needed to pick something up at the pool store (a little over 3 miles from our house). Colton suggested we ride our bikes and I agreed. He said “I don’t want to hear it if it takes us a little longer and you don’t get to make dinner when you planned.” (I am a planner. To. A. Fault) I told him not to worry, I was excited and wanted the extra cardio.
We filled up our waters, hopped on our bikes and headed out. After about two miles, we came to an intersection. The light was red, so we waited patiently for it to turn green. Jason Castro’s version of Hallelujiah was playing on my Pandora. As soon as the light turned green, Colton took off and I followed behind. A truck was coming in our direction from the other side of the intersection. As soon as I realized he was turning left, I knew we were going to collide and I couldn’t avoid it. I screamed, tensed up, and tried to hold my head up to keep from banging it on the concrete (I was not wearing a helmet) as he crashed in to my bike. Immediately, I felt a sharp excruciating pain in my foot and remembered blood on the street. The driver got out and called 9-1-1 as well as several other drivers who saw the accident. Colton got me to the median and I laid there screaming in pain.
The ambulance rushed me to the hospital. I tried to remain calm and even joked with the paramedics. The nurses unwraped my foot with blood soaked towels. It wasn’t until I was in the hospital getting an MRI to make sure I didn’t have any internal injuries that I started crying. I was scared.
I was all beat up, scratched from road rash (I assume from sliding with my bike across the concrete) and left with a shattered ankle that they fixed with a pin during surgery. My ankle was also severely sprained (the c Rays were disgusting). Basically, the truck smashed my ankle between the front bumper and my bike.
More than likely, I will have problems with this ankle for the rest of my life, but that won’t stop me from running a marathon or anything else I want to do. I’m determined.
What I learned:
- When it rains, it pours. Just 3 weeks after my accident, my appendix ruptured and I found myself, near death, in the same hospital having surgery again. I was still on crutches, so it prolonged my healing since I couldn’t easily get up and walk around to ease my digestive system. Not to mention Lucy (our husky) ran away just a few weeks after my appendix ruptured (we got her back a couple od days later).
- People are wonderful. I had friends and family bringing us dinners, lunches at school, helping with cleaning, and taking care of me. It was my first year as counselor at my school and the community really rallied together.
- Helmets are important. I was very lucky to not have had any head injuries, but if I wasn’t fully aware at the time of the accident, my head could have easily made contact with the concrete.
- As much as hospital stays are inconvenient, they really do know how to help you. I demanded to be released from the hospital two days earlier than they wanted me to because I thought I could get more sleep at home. I wasn’t ready to be released and I was in a lot of pain. When I read back through my accident diary, I still can’t believe I left.
- Dont rush to get better. I was back at work the next week. According to my accident diary, I was in so much pain and exhausted. However, I didn’t take another day off until my appendix ruptured.
- Insurance is a beast and will do everything they can to get out of paying medical bills. Getting everything squared away was a long and frustrating process, but I am glad we hired an attorney.
- I am strong, physically and mentally. Growing up, I would have never considered myself “strong”. Now, I look back and realize how much this setback has really impacted who I am. I didn’t give up and I am stronger today then I have ever been in my life. Mentally, I have grown so much. I even rode a bike in San Fransico, Chicago and a tandem bike through the streets of Richardson in a parade in a ridiculous tiger costume.
- God is in control. Despite me being angry and questioning, “why me,” He still had this. Now, it’s a part of my testimony. Getting hit by a truck taught me that if I give God the steering wheel (or the handle bars in my case), He will use me in ways I could ever imagine. He’s got this.
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