It was a Saturday in the beginning of March 2017. I just got back from Florida with Matt’s family. I took a nap at his house before going home that night. The next thing I remember is waking up in the hospital Sunday evening, feeling bruised and in pain, scared because I had no idea what was going on or even what day it was. Initially, I didn’t even remember the Florida trip but those memories eventually returned.
I only know what happened to me because so many people told me the story. I went home from Matt’s house Saturday night. I made it home safely and went to bed. The next morning I went to the 8:30 am service at church. I usually go to a later service (I am NOT a morning person) but I had to go early because my sister, Scarlett, had her bridal shower that day at noon. I texted her and told her that I was going to be early. This was well before the time of the accident. I went to Kroger to buy her a gift card. Then, on my way to her mom’s house, I ran a red light and hit another car.
The front of my car after the accident.
The other person in the accident is OK. I am not sure why I ran a red light. A popular theory is that I was looking at my phone’s GPS. There were no texts sent or received near the time of the accident and I had no messages saved as drafts so we ruled out texting. Although we will probably never know exactly what happened, I am much more careful about using my phone’s GPS or looking at it while I am driving.
Matt was working at church that Sunday morning. It was well after Scarlett’s bridal shower started when she and my step mom texted Matt and asked him where I was. He told them I should be there by now. He asked someone to take over what he was doing and left church to search for me. He passed the intersection of the accident and saw my totaled car on a tow truck. It was around that time when he received a Facebook message from the Police Department who told him that I was at Riverside Hospital.
Matt told me that he was the first one to the hospital. He said that I was alone in a dark room, on a metal table, crying. It broke his heart seeing me like that. Eventually my mom arrived and she and Matt stayed with me the whole time I was in the hospital. Every other minute I would ask the same questions: “Where am I”, “What happened”, “Is the other driver OK”? My poor mom and Matt had to answer these questions over and over again because couldn’t retain my short-term memory.
Eventually my questions became more and more spread out and finally I was able to form new memories again. It is crazy not being able to remember something so traumatic. Apparently I was awake for a while in the hospital but when I was finally able to form new memories, it felt like that was the moment when I first woke up.
Nothing on my body was broken. However, I did have plenty of bruises and a severe concussion (this was my second concussion in 8 months). I was put on muscle relaxers for about a week which knocked made me sleep all the time. I was basically stuck in my bed for a week. I couldn’t move quickly or look at any screens because of my concussion. Matt went to my mom’s house every day after work to spend the night with me and take care of me every moment he could. He is such a sweetheart and I am blessed to have him in my life.
My friends also visited me. They wrote me cards and gave me candy. I am so loved by great people and I thank the Lord for putting these people in my life. It took about 3 weeks for my pains and the worse of my concussion symptoms to go away. Then it was about an extra two to three weeks later for my concussion to feel like it was fully healed. I am thankful that I had no long-term damage and neither did the person I hit.
Soon after, I got a new car. Matt helped me pick it out. Her name is Subrina the Subaru.
She’s a good little car and I just pray that she will not be in any accidents for as long as I have her.