I know, I know, I’m supposed to be off of the Internet for a month. Well I interrupt this regularly scheduled experiment with a (quite literal) bump in the road.
We were in fender bender this morning, well yesterday morning by now. It was a minor accident, we were hit from behind at a red light. But because I have a titanium mesh plate in my head, had a blood clot in my brain after that surgery, a TIA from that blood clot and have had multiple skin grafts and 32 radiation treatments I decided a trip to the ER was warranted when I could not get my neurosurgeon on the phone and he was not in his office. I was scared to death the jarring from the accident could have caused damage to the plate.
No airbags were deployed and I didn’t hit my head or anything like that but I didn’t know if the force of the accident could possibly move or jar the plate. I knew I felt fine but there have been so many set backs and so many unexpected twists have popped up during this journey that I didn’t really know how to feel and I didn’t want to take any chances. As someone else who has experienced and lived with cancer said, minor doesn’t really mean anything when you’ve found yourself on the wrong side of the odds. I was terrified they’d find something wrong and I’d end up back in the hospital again for something I thought was minor.
Thanks be to God, I didn’t need a CAT scan or MRI. All of my neurological tests/reflexes were fine and we were out of the ER in less than 2 hours, which has to be some sort of land speed record for ER visits.
We are both fine, I’m sure we’ll be sore later but for tonight I find myself fighting anxiety and feeling blessed that the accident was minor.