I have very vague memories of what happened saturday night. I do remember being loaded in the ambulance and as it pulled away the paramedic standing over me yelled for the driver to turn it up to level 1.
Then i have this foggy memory that, as cliché as it sounds, was an out of body experience. I was watching as the very large paramedic lay over top of me, trying to control a seizure and put an I.V. in. I had blood dripping down my arm from several failed attempts. Then he screamed that my pupil was blown.
I sat there thinking "that means i'm dead. right?" I remember seeing that on television.
And then i thought.
I thought, "i'm not scared."
I wasn't thinking of any kind of god. I was thinking of my children. How i had really screwed up this time. I had destroyed everything i loved.
Then for a brief moment i was in the emergency screaming. And i was scared.
And then it was morning and i woke up. Battered and bruised. But alive.
My life is, obviously, a mess. My marriage is under incredible stress. People don't know how to act around me. They don't even want to talk to me.
Except my kids. They are happy i am here. I am happy to be here. I am worried about the consequences my actions will have on them. I hope that with time they will understand.
Posted by Jess at 08:23 PM Permalink


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Unconditional love, it really does make the world go. Your kids will understand with your help. Help them understand, they will be more compassionate people for it. I am so happy to know you are still here, your honesty gives me tremendous hope.
Posted by Angela | July 11, 2007 08:46 PM