Had a dear friend who was involved in an accident today on the ECP.
When all was said and done, no one was injured, and for that i am eternally grateful.. Im pretty phobic about driving, and again i have to nag, telling people to be careful, not to tail gate, yada yada yada. People- the worst part isn't the dying, it's who you leave behind after you do, if you do.
I remember observing a little private scene back in the SICU.. I was looking after a young girl, barely 20. She was the pillion rider, and her other half had come to visit her. Fate being the usual morbid bitch that she is, had let him off with only scrapes and a bandaged arm. The little girl? She had 2 chest tubes, a fractured pelvis, ruptured spleen, one leg was smashed and i really can't remember what happened to her arms. I remember her coming in during my night and being subjected to the various invasive procedures.. I remember cringing- she whimpered as the various needles slid into various bits of her simultaneously. Too weak to move her hands to stop the surgeons, but alert enough for me to hear her whisper the word "stop".
When her boyfriend came to visit her later, i'll never forget the slowing of his steps as he realised the bandaged up little person was his girl. He simple rested his forehead on the glassdoor, hands at his sides while he sobbed.
She didn't make it through the next day if you're interested to know.
It's hard to witness these things. I've always been a little sheepish when i tell people i don't drive, but do they know why? God forbid. If i ever wreck someone, i would never want to feel the anguish of life long guilt.
