I am Humpty Dumpty

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It’s funny what runs through your mind when you are sitting waiting for an appointment and I have done a lot of that the last 3 years.  On one of those occasions, I rewrote the Humpty Dumpty poem after someone had given me that nickname.

Humpty Dumpty one day was struck.  Humpty Dumpty by a Drunk in a truck.  The Doctors and Nurses had absolutely no luck …and had to tell Humpty her body was f#@%&d.

For whatever reason, the last few days I have had to recount my injuries numerous times to several different people and pretty much every one of them followed up that conversation with, “but you’re fully recovered now, right?”

I have been struggling with how to explain my injuries to people not because I am anything special in my injuries but because it is quite the opposite – I actually really struggle with letting people know what is really going on because I was raised by the strongest woman I know who never complained about anything even though I know she was in pain a lot – so I am opening up so that people recognize what others are experiencing.  I recognize that I represent so many other survivors that can’t speak for themselves because the speech portion of there brain was damaged where mine…not so much – just don’t ask me to jump,  that won’t ever work.

Anyway, I have come up with a little experiment that I am going to ask everyone to do.

Step 1.  Soft boil an egg and place in the fridge until chilled.

Step 2. Put the egg into a Ziploc bag.

Step 3.  Take the egg outside and stand about 12 feet from a wall (with no windows)

Step 4.   Throw the egg (in the bag) against the wall as hard as you can.

Step 5.   Now, put it all back together as it was when it came out of the fridge.

When you can do that, I will be fully healed.  Now do you get it.  That is what happens to the human body when it gets hit by a pick up truck going 120km/hr driven by a Drunk Driver.

Some things just can’t be fixed.  I, like so many other survivors, will never be “all better”.  I will never have a day without pain (and may I point out that I gave birth to 2 children 100% naturally without so much as a Tylenol and didn’t think that it was that bad – I would rate it a 5 on my new pain scale and I live between a 6 and 10 every day now).  I will never have a night without pain.  I will never do half of the things that I used to do.  I will never be able to get through a day without needing a rest/nap.  I will never jump – not 1 inch off the ground – ain’t gonna happen.  There are 190 more of us each day.  We are a rapidly growing club that no one ever wants to be a member of.  The price of admission is way too high.

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