Two months after losing my grandfather unexpectedly, we have yet another tragedy to face. My mom's brother was pinned inside up his car nose up on a metal pole. My father and I were heading to work and we actually saw the accident. It happened near our house. We even told each other that whoever is in there is lucky if they are alive. About three hours later, I had just started work when I receive a call. It was my uncle in that car. It was about 6 am and he was on his way to work. A woman ran a red light, was speeding, drunk and high on marijuana. She was uninsured and was a home health care nurse. My uncle had to be cut out of his car. He was rushed to the hospital and was barely alive. He had a fractured pelvis, several broken bones, blood in his stomach, etc. He was in the hospital for 2 plus months. He couldn't keep food down and they also couldn't stabilize his vitals. My grandmother was at her wit's end. She had lost her daughter a few years beforehand and now was facing the chance of losing another child. My uncle recovered but still suffers with massive pain and can barely walk. It was a miracle that he survived but at what cost? His life will never be the same. No one's will be.
(Brain Fart)
For some reason my chronology is off and I just wrote down everything in order.....yes life isn't planned out and, for me, it truly was one random occurrence after another. After having my gall bladder removed in 2007, the doctor's told me that I should be checked for diabetes. They had tested my blood sugar, after finally eating after not eating for a week, and it was high. Crazy doctors....well anyways, I had to watch what I ate and, at first, I wasn't. In August 2011, I was having the same types of pains and was freaking out because there was no gall bladder to cause it. A cat scan at the ER revealed an ovarian cyst on one of my ovaries. They monitored it for a while and it wasn't going away. It was growing. They called for ultrasounds and found a possible problem. They saw an area that might be cancerous. I was scared for my life. I had avoided being diagnosed with diabetes and now their was a possibility that I had cancer. Once they noticed the area in the ultrasound, a surgery was scheduled. That was the worst week of my life.....they did the procedure where they pumped air into your stomach and did two small incisions...I was out of school a weak from the pain. Come to find out, it wasn't cancerous. They first told me that if I had one on each ovary, I wouldn't be able to have children. The procedure removed part of one of them. What I never understood though was the idea that the pain may come back from time to time, and weirdly enough, I get that pain right before my period. I still get it even today and it is 4 years later.
Now back to 2012, in September, I was working at the college in their math lab. We were packed and weren't paying attention. Once it died down, I noticed my purse was gone. A student had come in, halfway logged into the sign in book, pretended to do homework, then stole my purse once she had the chance. The school even caught her on camera with my big, pink bag hanging off her shoulder. The thought of someone I had helped that day taking my stuff really upset me. It was my job to help them and you're going to steal from me? Really? There was a bench warrant out for her arrest when she failed to appear in court for the first time. It is 2015 now and I haven't seen her or my belongings since. This taught me to never leave my stuff unattended. I can't afford for anyone to steal my things again. It was hard to start over...I've had to learn to trust people all over after that incident. I had just lost my grandfather, dealt with my uncle's accident, and then was handling a student stealing from me. I had hoped 2013 would be better. I found out that I had to reevaluate my goals for myself though.
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