Lucky???, A true poem I hope will make people think before they go out to drink. Options

[Guest_Ellen_*]

LUCKY???




“You’re lucky she is even here,”
They heard the doctor sigh.
“Did all we could…but I fear,
She very well might die.”

“Injuries were horrendous.
Her body may not cope.
The blood loss was tremendous.
I can’t give you much hope.”

“Multiple compound fractures,
And severely bruised heart;
Right lung collapsed from punctures;
Still,….THAT….is just a start….”

“Lower leg was crushed and cooked.
We’re forced to amputate.
There’s more surgeries to book,
But they will have to wait.”

“Sternum, ribs, arms, lower back…
Ankle, wrists, hands and knees…
Broken and crushed; one hip cracked.
There’s even more than these”

“Femur completely shattered,
Muscles torn and tattered.”

“Must have been quite a wreck,
She also broke her neck.”

“Drug allergies prevent us
Prescribing meds for pain.
So, we’ll keep her comatose.
That seems the most humane.”

Three weeks in intensive care,
They leaned on each other.
Uniting in fervent prayer,
“Please don’t take our mother.”

In answer to words spoken,
My spirit was sent back…
In body badly broken,
To keep their faith on track.

In a coma, you can hear
Voices and what is said;
Feel the touch of loved ones near
As they gently stroke your head.

“She’s so lucky!” voices churned,
Determined, I resolved…...
When I awoke they would learn,
There was no luck involved.

Speeding driver, drunk and high,
At the scene, he did die.

But I sit here wracked with pain,
My whole life forever changed.

Hope this poem will make you think.
When you drive, please don‘t drink.

NOTE: The pic is one I found on Photobucket and is quite similar to what my car looked like, except the rescue team had to cut through the roof of my car too to slide me out on a backboard after they were able to jack up the engine that was sitting on top of me.

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[Guest_Ellen_*]

Hello Cleo,

Thanks for the welcome and your compassion. The collision was July 12, 2007, and I awoke from my coma in early August. I did hear a lot and feel a lot even when I was comatose. Ordinary Tylenol really doesn't cut it some days, especially when I had a large bone graft 2 months later. I still need a knee replacement but am putting that off for as long as I possibly can. I just try to keep my mind occupied so it doesn't have so much time to think about the pain. With metal in all four limbs (my right leg was amputated just below the knee) a more aggressive arthritis has set into all the breaks and the joints. Since both hands were badly broken there are days I just can not type much. So I do hope all will understand that I will do my best to catch up and post comments when I am able.

I didn't write this looking for sympathy but rather to hopefully convince at least one person to consider what can happen when one makes the poor decision to drive after drinking. My cousin recently mentioned it to a friend in Ontario who is connected with M.A.D.D. She asked him to have me contact the director by email. I heard back from her that only a few days earlier, the different chapters had a meeting and all were asked if they knew of a poem re injuries that someone has suffered due to a DUI driver. So she was quite excited to read mine and would like to share it with other chapters of M.A.D.D. and hopefully to pass it out to the public. So, at least some good may come from all of my suffering. One of the silver linings in the dark cloud.

I just wanted to share that good news. Thanks again.