3 weeks home
My life has changed drastically since August 22, 2017. My husband and I were in a car accident. It almost took my life and put me in the hospital for the last 5 months. I have no memory of the accident, thank God. My first real memory is September 19 my youngest daughter’s birthday. I remember be saddened and confused by the fact that I knew I couldn’t see her. In some weird dream the girls and I drove from home to the hospital. I knew I’d be staying awhile because I packed some boots that in my dream my mother in law had made for me. Because she knew the stay would be long she went to Goodwill found the perfect therapy boots and added fuzz. Needless to say I thought this dream was real and I would feel guilty if I didn’t wear them. So that worked for weeks before I realize that my hospital stay wasn’t a dream. It felt like a nightmare that I couldn’t wake up from. It had more to do with not seeing my kids then the staff at the hospital. The first few weeks of my memories are hazy beca...