June 14 will be the one year anniversary of the day everything changed. And things are getting worse.
On that day, 2012, I was sitting on a bench near a memorial fountain, watching my son play. This fountain is in the middle of a parking lot/shopping center. I will not spill completely here as I just can't go into all the details still, but at that moment I was struck by a full sized pickup truck, which shot me forward and crushed me, pinning me in the memorial fountain in about 2 feet of water, holding 2 broken legs, a broken shoulder, massive degloving injuries on my right leg (where the truck tire had spun the skin and separated the skin from the underlying tissue) a broken shoulder, and a multitude of other injuries. I was eventually rescued, and spent months in the rehab hospital before returning home. I've been physically rehabbing ever sense, and seeing counselors for PTSD and depression. I am an attorney, but I have not returned to work, because I can't.
There are a number of news articles about what happened...but I'm having trouble posting links. Search: Hudsonville, fountain, accident. Nice photo there too.
I have the support of a wife and 4 young kids, but they just cannot understand. She tries and tries, and she hurts for me, but unless you are on the edge of death...where I accepted that I was going to in fact die...that all the years and all the stuff added up to mean nothing in the face of a ludicrous death in ridiculous situation...how can I convey how that actually feels?
I'm suffering from increased apathy as the date approaches. It doesn't help that I have depositions in the civil case coming up also. I find no interest in any of the things I used to love anymore. I can't read...I don't bother with tv shows...I'm finding an increasing dead zone.
It's that brush with infinity, with the idea that oblivion is on the doorstep...I'm not afraid of dying, but I'm afraid of leaving my kids and wife behind and the hole that would leave for them. But death itself...people here know. You look it in the face and you...change.
I just decided to look for a community of those who have actually suffered like this, and that's how I ended up here.
I'm sorry for the scattered introduction. I'm really not too good at talking about it. Hopefully there are those here who understand. I think that's what I'm really looking for. Understanding. Not the pseudo understanding you get from those who want to help, or who feel real bad about what happened.
Jason
On that day, 2012, I was sitting on a bench near a memorial fountain, watching my son play. This fountain is in the middle of a parking lot/shopping center. I will not spill completely here as I just can't go into all the details still, but at that moment I was struck by a full sized pickup truck, which shot me forward and crushed me, pinning me in the memorial fountain in about 2 feet of water, holding 2 broken legs, a broken shoulder, massive degloving injuries on my right leg (where the truck tire had spun the skin and separated the skin from the underlying tissue) a broken shoulder, and a multitude of other injuries. I was eventually rescued, and spent months in the rehab hospital before returning home. I've been physically rehabbing ever sense, and seeing counselors for PTSD and depression. I am an attorney, but I have not returned to work, because I can't.
There are a number of news articles about what happened...but I'm having trouble posting links. Search: Hudsonville, fountain, accident. Nice photo there too.
I have the support of a wife and 4 young kids, but they just cannot understand. She tries and tries, and she hurts for me, but unless you are on the edge of death...where I accepted that I was going to in fact die...that all the years and all the stuff added up to mean nothing in the face of a ludicrous death in ridiculous situation...how can I convey how that actually feels?
I'm suffering from increased apathy as the date approaches. It doesn't help that I have depositions in the civil case coming up also. I find no interest in any of the things I used to love anymore. I can't read...I don't bother with tv shows...I'm finding an increasing dead zone.
It's that brush with infinity, with the idea that oblivion is on the doorstep...I'm not afraid of dying, but I'm afraid of leaving my kids and wife behind and the hole that would leave for them. But death itself...people here know. You look it in the face and you...change.
I just decided to look for a community of those who have actually suffered like this, and that's how I ended up here.
I'm sorry for the scattered introduction. I'm really not too good at talking about it. Hopefully there are those here who understand. I think that's what I'm really looking for. Understanding. Not the pseudo understanding you get from those who want to help, or who feel real bad about what happened.
Jason