Broken Bones
Life-changing events could happen anywhere, anytime, to anyone, but what was mine? Approximately two years ago, I got into a car accident. This accident was more momentous to the way I am than I could’ve ever imagined. My paranoia would skyrocket, along with my anxiety and OCD. Nothing would ever be the same for me, and I don’t exactly hate the hurtful experience.
My seatbelt had bruised my bladder, causing more pain than my broken bone. But I didn’t cry because I didn’t want to freak anybody out. There was a lot happening and I was not going to add to the worrying.
An ambulance did come, “Who’s the most hurt?” They asked, concerned for our health.
We looked amongst ourselves, only two people had been crying, so we pushed them forward. “These two.” The paramedics checked my older brother and my little sister, nothing seemed to be wrong. My brother was bleeding from his hand, but the sight of blood is what scared him more than the actual wound. My sister was complaining of the same bladder issues I had been …show more content…
For the next month, or so, I wore a sling. The sling was uncomfortable and it smelled like a doctor’s office. I hated every minute of it, but I had no choice. I was stuck with the sling if I wanted to heal.
I did get better, but physically was the limit. My mental state became rather poor. I started having panic attacks in the car if I couldn’t see out the windshield! I started noticing little things that, I assume, were caused by the accident. For example, my OCD had gotten bad. The idea is very difficult to explain, but if something was out of order, I would get freaked out. Another thing I noticed was my twitching. I’m not sure how the twitching works, but my body will get this urge to jolt and I have no control over it. This usually causes my head to turn or my eyes to blink in a strange
Life-changing events could happen anywhere, anytime, to anyone, but what was mine? Approximately two years ago, I got into a car accident. This accident was more momentous to the way I am than I could’ve ever imagined. My paranoia would skyrocket, along with my anxiety and OCD. Nothing would ever be the same for me, and I don’t exactly hate the hurtful experience.
My seatbelt had bruised my bladder, causing more pain than my broken bone. But I didn’t cry because I didn’t want to freak anybody out. There was a lot happening and I was not going to add to the worrying.
An ambulance did come, “Who’s the most hurt?” They asked, concerned for our health.
We looked amongst ourselves, only two people had been crying, so we pushed them forward. “These two.” The paramedics checked my older brother and my little sister, nothing seemed to be wrong. My brother was bleeding from his hand, but the sight of blood is what scared him more than the actual wound. My sister was complaining of the same bladder issues I had been …show more content…
For the next month, or so, I wore a sling. The sling was uncomfortable and it smelled like a doctor’s office. I hated every minute of it, but I had no choice. I was stuck with the sling if I wanted to heal.
I did get better, but physically was the limit. My mental state became rather poor. I started having panic attacks in the car if I couldn’t see out the windshield! I started noticing little things that, I assume, were caused by the accident. For example, my OCD had gotten bad. The idea is very difficult to explain, but if something was out of order, I would get freaked out. Another thing I noticed was my twitching. I’m not sure how the twitching works, but my body will get this urge to jolt and I have no control over it. This usually causes my head to turn or my eyes to blink in a strange