March 31st, I was collecting bits of things to work on and complete things on my to-do list. 2:32 on, on my way home, a lady blew a red arrow and made a left right in front of me.
My car is totalled. My body is broken, right heel, both bones in right forearm, the sternum, ribs on the right side, and soft tissue through my chest.
Social isolation and a no-visitor rule means I can only see my family through the glass front door and video chats.
During the first week in the hospital, they were not giving my Zoloft and Clonazepam. Cold turkey, stopped. The pain meds combo kept me in a stupor for almost a week. One anxiety attack and they quickly restarted.
So, I lay here in the hospital bed on day 22 and wonder why. There is no right or wrong answer, but why did I survive?