When I woke up in the hospital room I was in so much pain. The pain made my
c-section & breast augmentation felt nothing in comparison to the searing pain running through my left shoulder. I’m looking around. I’m no dumbass, so I automatically see that I’m in a hospital bed.
I’m running through my mind as to what the heck was going on. Desperately racking every corner of my mind for a clue to what the freak was going on! I’m not able to move because of the pain & tubes running everywhere. I’m beginning to wonder about my family. Where’s my baby? Where’s my boo? Where’s my mom & dad?
A walks nurses to my room. I’m desprately asking what the heck was going on. I was told I was in a car crash. They then handed me a mirror to see this…
I realize the burning on my neck was the skin I was missing. I’m still really curious as to why my shoulder hurts, where’s my daughter, & where’s my hubby?
I felt so alone. All I was told was there was a car crash. They never answered my questions about my family. I mean, I don’t remember them being with me nor do I remember a crash, but I would have never not been with them or them not with me! It was that very moment my heart sank. I could feel my soul break in half. I was the only survivor! I had just lost my best friend & love, my dear husband. I had lost my baby angel, my pride, my joy, my angelic daughter.
I grieved for what seemed like forever. I know not the time or how long that clock ticked, but I mourned long enough to think about what I was going to go through.
My heart hurt, & I just wanted my mommy. They had no clue to where I was. I had lost my cell phone in the may lay. I could only lay there a cry my eyes out while being screwed up beyond comprehension on opiates. The one time opiates were my best friend. Too bad all the morphine, percocets, & dalaudid never began to help the pain in my left shoulder!
At some point I cried myself back to sleep.