After all I had been in an induced coma for the last month. My accident was on July 31, and I woke up near the end of August. Last thing I remembered was getting on the bike. I almost felt like I should have woken up in my bed at home the next day. That’s when I realized that it wasn’t my bed. I was in the ICU in Los Robles hospital on life support. I had about 18 different rubes attached to me, and a tracheostomy hooked up to a breathing machine. From what I was told I was put into restraints because I was trying to pull out everything, and fighting the nurses. It was a big shock that moment everything came together, and someone had told me that it was a month later. First fear hit me, then anxiety, then regret hit me hard. And I realized that I had really messed up this time.
I felt like it was a dream at first. Almost like one of those movies where you see the person in the point of view with all the DR’s looking down on you. Family looking down at your crying, happy, sad all mixed emotions. It really sets in after that. I really felt the impact of where I was, at what had happened. For them if they are reading this, I can not be more grateful to those that spent time with me in the hospital. I wouldn’t be where I am today with out the support of them. Mainly including, my mom, dad, Natalie, Candice, my cousin Brian, and my friends Lesley, Nancy, Jake & Chad. Jonathon Johnson, My dads fiance, and all the nurses and Dr’s at the hospital. Sorry if i missed anyone, it was a blur for a lot of it considering the meds they had me on.