About two weeks ago I was hit by a drunk driver. I was riding with my boyfriend and the accident totaled his car. With the adrenaline flowing, I didn’t think I was really hurt, except for a few minor places where the glass shattered and later transferred to my legs. But it’s been two weeks and I’m still not back to normal.
We hired a lawyer from the outset, and at first although I was convinced it was the right thing to do, I had my moments of doubt. Surely all this muscle soreness would just go away on its own. I didn’t really need therapy, right? I still can’t believe how messed up I am without having broken any bones. It’s difficult to turn my head. I wake up sometimes when I’ve been more active than usual and I’m sore all over. I can’t do normal housework. My Lenten promise involved being active every day, and that’s been completely blown thanks to the pain I experience every day. Even the pain pills I’ve been prescribed aren’t doing much of anything.
I’ve been putting off making an appointment with a chiropractor besides the initial evaluation. I think part of my reluctance to go to therapy is the fact that starting it means admitting that I might be dealing with this for a long time. I don’t want to be in pain. I just want things to be back to normal. I HATE the fact that I might be limited in any way…but I already am, so this hesitance is entirely irrational.
Monday, I’m making an appointment. I may have been blindsided with this accident, but I’m taking control in the only way I know how: by getting better.
