Driving and Texting: Pain Chronicles
My brain is muddled
The consequences of not paying attention to the road
Daily Injury Journals
I am not one to give in to weakness. I have worked since I was 14-years-old. I put myself through college with the help of friends and benefactors. Right now, I am raising my 13-year-old daughter alone. I do not make excuses. However, I was in a rear-end accident on October 11 and I was injured. It has changed the things I do. I am an active 50-year-old. I cycle, hike, dance.
The person who hit me was doing something else besides concentrating on the road. I passed him and saw him looking at his right hand, instead of the road. He totaled his car and damaged my 4-month-old car. I have decided to write about my ordeal so that those who would text while driving can see the damage they cause.
I still feel dizzy. I feel like I'm always high. Accident happened 15 days ago. I'm in a lot of pain, but I have kidney disease and am afraid that the medicines will further damage my kidneys. So, I suffer until it is unbearable. I can't sleep and have very little appetite or energy. There is this burning sensation in my left leg that seems to travel. I get blurred vision and strange headaches. I also get very nauseous in the afternoons. My lower back hurts. I'm following all the doctor's orders and I feel a bit better.
Pain and burning in my left arm and all the way down my left-side. Very uncomfortable. My daughter and I will be limited in what we can do for a while. I was supposed to take her to a play last night but I can't sit that long. I'm supposed to take her fishing, but I don't know if I'll make it. Feeling depressed and afraid.
I don't want to be involved with lawyers or insurance companies. I want my life and health back. I want this over with. I want my car back to new.
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