Hannah Nicole
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My name is Hannah Corbin, I am a 20 year old female that aspires to be a Trauma Nurse, EMT-P, and Firefighter. My goals have been delayed, however. I was involved in a head on collision on March 6, 2011 and suffered severe injuries. I have been told I'm lucky to be alive, though some days I don't feel so lucky.
Sunday, March 6, 2011 started out like any other day, I would come home from my 12 hour shift at my home health care job, I took care of Intellectually Disabled individuals, and I would take a nap. When I woke up from my nap, I called my best friend and sister, Jessica Shears, I invited her to come along with me and my now fiance, Rocky Keister, to the volunteer fire department we all ran at and went to often. She agreed and me and my fiance went to go get her, then proceeded to the station. Just 2 days before this day my fiance and I had moved out of my parents house and into our own apartment. It was a rough time for me so I decided to call off work this Sunday due to the stress. We arrived at the station and checked in with everyone there. A couple members were there not many though, Jessica and I went into the back bay and lit up a cigarette with a member there and talked for a while. Rocky then told me that his brother needed a ride to the station and also that he wanted to get some food. I said that I wanted to go, I never am anywhere without him, I asked Jessica if she would like to come and she said yes of course, she never was anywhere without me either. We all piled in the Dodge Neon and pulled out of the station parking lot. It had been raining most of the morning but we didn't think anything of it, we were foolish not to notice that it was sleeting. Not 10 minutes after pulling out of the station parking lot we came to a turn, the inertia took hold of our small vehicle and sent us speeding into oncoming traffic. Rocky tried frantically to correct the vehicle but the inertia was too strong and the road too slick. Rocky, Jessica, and myself in our small Dodge Neon, hit a Jeep Liberty head on.
Rocky stayed conscious throughout it all miraculously, I did not and neither did Jessica. Jessica was the first one of the two of us that regained consciousness, she had no idea what had happened, she had a concussion. She climbed out of the car and proceeded to wonder aimlessly until one of our members saw her and put her in the back of an ambulance to be transported, on top of her concussion she had a dislocated jaw and a broken nose, no major injuries just confused and disoriented and in a little bit of pain.
When I gained consciousness I immediately looked at Rocky and asked him if he was okay. He nodded and began to get slightly upset, I could tell he was at least somewhat hurt cause he hadn't exited the car and he was breathing quite heavily. After asking him if he was okay I looked at my airbag and saw blood on it. I proceeded to ask if it was my blood. Rocky nodded again and replied that yes it was. Not seconds after that my Assistant Chief from our station poked his head into Rocky's window and asked if we were okay, I replied I couldn't move my leg, he said okay I'll be back we're getting your door open now. This threw me into a panic and I tried to open my door myself and blacked out, when I regained consciousness again, I tried to move my leg, I could move my foot but nothing else and I could move my right leg just fine other than the dash board pushing down on my knee. I looked around after trying to move my leg and asked Rocky why there appeared to be smoke in the car, he said that it might be the engine smoking but he didn't know. What I heard was we're going to blow up, I started crying and screaming and yanking on the door and trying to move as hard as I could, I blacked out again. I didn't regain consciousness until I was already on the backboard being put in the ambulance, I could feel the cold snow hitting my face and stinging the open wound caused by my broken nose which is where the blood that was on my airbag came from.
While in the ambulance my medic was my Chief from the station, who was also who helped get my door open. I don't remember much other than him asking me what hurts, telling me that they couldn't get a vein on me, and asking me who he needed to contact. I gave him my parents cell phone numbers and that's the last I remember until I was already in the ER of WMRC. Rocky's mom was the first person I remember having contact with, she tried to comfort me as best she could. The next was my mom who was in tears the second she saw me, all I could say was, "Mommy, don't cry." That didn't help of course. I saw a doctor next who told me that I had hip socket (Ascetabular) fractures on both the left and right sides. The left was far more severe though, my hip was completely dislocated and would not stay in place due to the severity of the fractures, the right fracture was a hairline and didn't pose any structural damage, though they were concerned about dislocation. The doctor also told me that I had a heel bone (Calcaneus) fracture which turned out to be more of a crush than a fracture, the Calcaneus is a solid bone on the outside then spongy bone on the inside, it's a very sturdy bone though and for it to be crushed like that there had to be some force involved. The doctor told me they couldn't fix me there and needed to transport me right away to Morgantown. A physicians assistant came in and set and sutured my nose, they wrapped my mid section in what felt like ace bandages and popped me full of pain killer.
This was the beginning of what I thought was the worst it could get, I was only experiencing the physical aspect of the trauma, not the mental.
Will post more soon, this is all I can do right now.
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Sunday, March 6, 2011 started out like any other day, I would come home from my 12 hour shift at my home health care job, I took care of Intellectually Disabled individuals, and I would take a nap. When I woke up from my nap, I called my best friend and sister, Jessica Shears, I invited her to come along with me and my now fiance, Rocky Keister, to the volunteer fire department we all ran at and went to often. She agreed and me and my fiance went to go get her, then proceeded to the station. Just 2 days before this day my fiance and I had moved out of my parents house and into our own apartment. It was a rough time for me so I decided to call off work this Sunday due to the stress. We arrived at the station and checked in with everyone there. A couple members were there not many though, Jessica and I went into the back bay and lit up a cigarette with a member there and talked for a while. Rocky then told me that his brother needed a ride to the station and also that he wanted to get some food. I said that I wanted to go, I never am anywhere without him, I asked Jessica if she would like to come and she said yes of course, she never was anywhere without me either. We all piled in the Dodge Neon and pulled out of the station parking lot. It had been raining most of the morning but we didn't think anything of it, we were foolish not to notice that it was sleeting. Not 10 minutes after pulling out of the station parking lot we came to a turn, the inertia took hold of our small vehicle and sent us speeding into oncoming traffic. Rocky tried frantically to correct the vehicle but the inertia was too strong and the road too slick. Rocky, Jessica, and myself in our small Dodge Neon, hit a Jeep Liberty head on.
Rocky stayed conscious throughout it all miraculously, I did not and neither did Jessica. Jessica was the first one of the two of us that regained consciousness, she had no idea what had happened, she had a concussion. She climbed out of the car and proceeded to wonder aimlessly until one of our members saw her and put her in the back of an ambulance to be transported, on top of her concussion she had a dislocated jaw and a broken nose, no major injuries just confused and disoriented and in a little bit of pain.
When I gained consciousness I immediately looked at Rocky and asked him if he was okay. He nodded and began to get slightly upset, I could tell he was at least somewhat hurt cause he hadn't exited the car and he was breathing quite heavily. After asking him if he was okay I looked at my airbag and saw blood on it. I proceeded to ask if it was my blood. Rocky nodded again and replied that yes it was. Not seconds after that my Assistant Chief from our station poked his head into Rocky's window and asked if we were okay, I replied I couldn't move my leg, he said okay I'll be back we're getting your door open now. This threw me into a panic and I tried to open my door myself and blacked out, when I regained consciousness again, I tried to move my leg, I could move my foot but nothing else and I could move my right leg just fine other than the dash board pushing down on my knee. I looked around after trying to move my leg and asked Rocky why there appeared to be smoke in the car, he said that it might be the engine smoking but he didn't know. What I heard was we're going to blow up, I started crying and screaming and yanking on the door and trying to move as hard as I could, I blacked out again. I didn't regain consciousness until I was already on the backboard being put in the ambulance, I could feel the cold snow hitting my face and stinging the open wound caused by my broken nose which is where the blood that was on my airbag came from.
While in the ambulance my medic was my Chief from the station, who was also who helped get my door open. I don't remember much other than him asking me what hurts, telling me that they couldn't get a vein on me, and asking me who he needed to contact. I gave him my parents cell phone numbers and that's the last I remember until I was already in the ER of WMRC. Rocky's mom was the first person I remember having contact with, she tried to comfort me as best she could. The next was my mom who was in tears the second she saw me, all I could say was, "Mommy, don't cry." That didn't help of course. I saw a doctor next who told me that I had hip socket (Ascetabular) fractures on both the left and right sides. The left was far more severe though, my hip was completely dislocated and would not stay in place due to the severity of the fractures, the right fracture was a hairline and didn't pose any structural damage, though they were concerned about dislocation. The doctor also told me that I had a heel bone (Calcaneus) fracture which turned out to be more of a crush than a fracture, the Calcaneus is a solid bone on the outside then spongy bone on the inside, it's a very sturdy bone though and for it to be crushed like that there had to be some force involved. The doctor told me they couldn't fix me there and needed to transport me right away to Morgantown. A physicians assistant came in and set and sutured my nose, they wrapped my mid section in what felt like ace bandages and popped me full of pain killer.
This was the beginning of what I thought was the worst it could get, I was only experiencing the physical aspect of the trauma, not the mental.
Will post more soon, this is all I can do right now.
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