Later, I was diagnosed with Sleep Apnea - a condition where I stop breathing in my sleep. Due to this undiagnosed condition, I dozed off behind the wheel, running the red light that led to my accident.
I flew forward as my car was ripped in two, becoming partially scalped in the process. (Warning: Picture of my stitches at the end of this post.)
I thank God every single day that I was the only person injured.
DON'T DRIVE SLEEPY!
If you think you may have Sleep Apnea, see a doctor immediately.
Drive safe!
Daydreaming
Some kind of Daydream,
Mind’s a haze
Rushing in one of those
typical days
Moving so swiftly,
time quickly flies
As the streets and the avenues
all pass me by
A minute, a second,
just one memory lost
I’ve forgotten that moment
but not what it cost
I close my eyes
and the memories flood
A flash of white.
A stream of blood.
Bone on metal,
Glass in flesh
A second where body
and machine all mesh.
The screeching of tires.
My daydream shattered.
Once pretty and clean,
now bloodied and battered.
The haze still continues.
Seconds go by.
Realization hits
as I hear someone cry.
Oh My God.
Oh My God.
My heart aches for the crier
that I hear but don’t see
Till my mind starts to focus
and I realize, it’s me.
Yet the screams still continue,
out of control
The howls of a mournful,
wretched little soul
The red stream continues,
it covers my face
Trapped amidst rubble,
my mind starts to race
From the simple and mundane
to the rich and sublime
Each thought frozen
in the rumble of time
“Mommy, Daddy, I love you”,
though no one could hear
“I’m so very sorry.
I wish you were here.”
Then haunted by worries.
Embraced by shame.
Was I the only casualty?
Was I to blame?
I scream for an answer,
but receive no reply.
If I had to live with that guilt,
it would be better to die.
Movement and people,
hurried like ants
Off with my shirt.
Off with my pants.
A naked newborn,
vulnerable and cold
Then comforting voices
and warm hands to hold
A race to a safe place
with burning bright light
An all knowing presence
saying “You’ll be all right”
Time starts to creep.
Now hours pass.
Counting each grain of
sand in the glass.
Find strength to smile.
Find reasons to snicker.
Optimism flourishes.
Hope starts to flicker.
Finally loved ones!
Family. Friends.
The comforting touch
of familiar hands.
Hugs and kisses
and hope is reborn.
No longer alone.
No longer forlorn.
The wait is now over.
Freedom at last!
Welcome home.
The critical hour has passed.
Now I’m the chosen one
God didn’t forsake
Oh the difference
ten hours can make.
Once medics -
now loved ones.
What was rubble -
now home.
Blessed to so many.
Just lucky to some.
Nightmarish visions
still haunt my dreams
I wake every hour
to my own tortured screams
The scarlet trace remains
upon my head
The solemn mark
of the living dead
A silent reminder
for the rest of my days
Of the moment I lost
my mind in a haze.
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