Hello one and all! I was involved in a near fatal RTC in 2009. A young drunk driver T-Boned me at a cross roads. I was rammed in the drivers door and he was travelling in excess of 35mph it was estimated. He was talking to/looking at his passenger and simply didn't see the give way sign! Both my drivers seat and myself where thrown through the windscreen, when the seat belt reached its length limit, it snapped me back and my right temple impacted the outside of the drivers door support pillar!
This resulted in brain trauma, but believe this or not, the ambulance crew did not think it worthy of a trip to hospital! They lifted 50 fragments of windscreen from my head and discharged me at the scene. They were more concerned with the young man who had the benefit of an air bag to protect him from any serious injury and suffered a sprained wrist!
I lost my house, my business and my livelihood! It took three years, for me to be referred for an MRI to check for any signs of damage. I went into clinical depression and was prescribed antidepressants after two years. Within three months of beginning antidepressants I suffered my first TIA. I was told by a stroke consultant that it might be the beginning of something which was permanent, that being Stroke Syndrome. I taught myself to cope around the possible affects and as a healer I was able to limit the impact upon my physical life.
However the mental affects where somewhat profound as my cognitive functions took quite a battering! It is now seven years since the RTC and to date I have suffered 5 Strokes. I have hypersensitivity to medication and so receive no help! I have been warned, anything that can affect the chemistry in my brain could trigger another aneurysm with fatal consequences! Also if I suffer two TIA's within a 30 day period there is little hope of recovery from the second one which leaves one to feel like I am living with a time bomb in my head! Yet due to the powers that be, I have been forced to once-more run the gauntlet of re-entering the risky construction industry and once more take up the occupation I had before that fateful moment changed my life for its duration!
I make the best of life I can and wear a DNR dog-tag, as there is no way I wish to survive as a vegetable, and being the last remaining member of my family, no-one would be there for me! I am always willing to help others and if I can be of use to anyone via whatever means then being here still is a bonus for now!