A Car Accident

張貼日期：Dec 04, 2017 5:11:39 AM

A Car Accident 

      Neytiri

Nobody wants to meet with an accident. Neither do I. However, the 2014 car accident witnessed my physical recovery and mental maturity because it offered me a special memory of being knocked down, undergoing a surgery and getting well.

Every time I recall that accident, all the details about being hit always jumped into my mind. It was around 12 o'clock and I was riding my bike to go back home. That was when an electric car collided with my bike. Everything happened so fast that I didn't have time to react. My body inclined sharply and finally I fell down. It was lucky that my left shoulder touched the ground first, and then my head and hipbone had intimate kisses with the ground.

"Shit! What's wrong with you?" An angry voice came from the car. I figured the driver might be a middle-aged man. "Why don't you look around when you ride a bike? It is your fault. You stupid jerk!" He cursed at me.

The car slipped away quickly. I failed to remember any characteristics of it. What I could do at that time was to back my bike and went home quickly. I had had a bad fall, but I didn't feel any pain until I arrived home. I found my left arm couldn't move.

I was sent to the hospital to receive treatment. The doctor diagnosed a fracture in my left clavicle and I had to have a surgery. My mom cried, wanting to hug me, but the doctor disapproved it. Tears were filling in my eyes, but I tried to hold them back to sooth Mom’s worry and sadness.

I hadn’t even run a red light, I thought. I was so unlucky! In a while, I accepted the fact calmly and listened to the doctors’ advice. I consoled my mom though there was still a slight quiver in my voice. My surgery was scheduled on the next day as there were plenty of people waiting for surgeries and I also needed more time to do a thorough checkup. That night, I couldn't fall asleep. The accident replayed in my mind over and over again.

 The following afternoon, my father signed on the operation consent. I gave a smile to my relatives and a nurse led me to the OR. I admitted I was a little afraid. The kind anesthetist chatted with me to make me feel relaxed. Before I became unconscious, a doctor smiled at me: "Take it easy, honey." The surgery lasted almost two hours. It finished successfully and an armor plate was put in my body to fix the broken bone. When I woke up, I had already lain in the ward.

After the surgery, a considerable amount of time was spent to heal the physical injury and minimize the mental damage. At the first week, my arm still couldn't move. Nevertheless, I felt a bit more comfortable than before. When I removed all the bandages, my left arm was thinner and weaker compared with the right one. Thereafter, I lost the guts to ride bikes for a long time. Now, I am peaceful to recollect the accident and feel proud of my overcoming the fear.

 In our life, a lot of things happen unexpectedly and help us to think more. With such a terrifying experience, I was given a chance to learn to be brave and strong. And with such setback and hardship, I better understand one thing that life should be cherished.