Yoda, out with a Bang!

The seat flew out a foot when the door was opened! Luckily my dad had unbuckled me preventing more injuries.

Aug 2, 2010 Yoda gave his life for mine as he took a direct hit from a huge taco truck.  We spun into a state of unconsciousness finding ourselves lifeless in the road.  Much like the scene from E.T. as Elliot and E.T. lie on the bathroom floor dying together. Yoda let go and my body began to regain life just as Elliot when E.T. died.  If only life were more like the movies, my Yoda would have come back to life in the end.  But Elliot and his friend had to separate anyway so I guess Hollywood isn’t always greener on their side.

honestly who gets hit by a taco truck?!

T-Boned and not even 1 free taco!

Deadly tacos!

Can we talk about the craziness and hilarity of this for a bit?  Look at that picture (just one found on the internet so if you happen to see this actual truck on the road don’t do anything foolish!) the thing was at least…3 times the size of the faithful pickup. Maybe I exaggerate a bit but there is no denying Yoda had little chance of survival against this Goliath.  Heck there should have been little chance of survival for the one driving the pickup but I have a…that’s right, a BIG GOD!  Apparently there is more to do on this earth before I get to go home, which no taco truck is going to hinder.

Can you find the gas peddle? how about the left air vent (hint it is where the steering wheel should be?

It's a miracle my legs did not shatter!

Ogling the photos my dad brought back of the wreckage the severity of what actually occurred started coming to light.  The driver side door was smashed almost to the middle of the cab!  Where was I sitting?  There was such little room left for my legs yet the only injury they sustained was some bruising.  The entire hospital stay was riddled with jokes and odd sayings.  Everything is an excuse for a party, hospitals and accidents are no exception. What is ICU a big deal?   Maybe it was all the drugs consumed in such a short time which pushed reality to another realm.  Normally “drug free” is the phrase my friends hear most often if offering even something for a headache.  Needless to say the elixir cocktails had quite an effect.  The meds eventually wore off, the jokes became more cynical and reality came back as a wrecking ball.  My “do anything once” body was beat up pretty bad and rehab will be required for some time but this lady is still fighting strong(ish).  Yoda will never go on another camping trip or for a drive just because but I am still here and will always have the memories.

I’ll miss you!

Die Hard, I should have seen this coming.

Oh the health tip here is don’t get hit by a taco truck but in the off chance you do, make sure God is protecting you and have a conglomerate of friends surrounding!

More to come on the hospital stay and what all happened during the foggy moth of August…

Vicodin aka”Grumpodin”

Vicodin has been good to me the past month! Normally I am not the pill popping type but ending up with about 13 broken bones (non of which could be cast) and a collapsed lung it was time to give-in to the modern world of meds. Plus, there really was no choice offered to the non coherent girl, or if it was there is no recollection. The only side effect that was noticeable was the awesome constipation. I had no idea there were so many different forms of meds to get rid of the “blockage problem”. The winner has to be the suppository some lucky nurse got to administer! At the time I really didn’t care, I was to busy trying to convince the nurse to put my catheter back in so I could pee without getting up. She didn’t cave so I was thankful for the pain numbing drugs. Apparently most people never ask to have a catheter kept it, what is wrong with you people? I would much rather pee into a bag than call for help to maneuver a broken, muscle atrophied body. Maybe it’s just me? Well, I am peeing all by myself again just like a big girl!

With such improvements I have been weening myself off all pain meds. Lets be honest all or nothing is usually my style so weening for me is more like “lets see how long I can go without any drugs before I want to cry”. Unbeknown the little pills seem to have more side effects while coming off than they had while being consumed.

After searching for “coming off” symptoms this was found…
“Typical withdrawal symptoms can range from mild nervousness, insomnia, inability to keep yourself (Mostly legs) still in bed, overall crappy & grumpy feeling, to more serious symptoms like diarreah (so much fun!!), vomiting, and punching your fists through the bedroom wall for a few days.”  Luckily there have been no fists through the wall mainly because I didn’t want to hurt my hand or have to patch a new wall. Vomiting has also not occurred but it constantly threatens to come visit. As for the rest they have been my faithful companions for a week or so now. I guess our parents where right when they said be careful when choosing your friends. Needless to say I am not much a fan of drugs and am looking forward to saying “DRUG FREE” once again!