Post-Accident Musings

On June 14, I was in a car accident (or, as we call it in the South, a “wreck”), which left me with a collapsed lung and a fractured metatarsal in my left foot. I was in the hospital for almost two entire days. The short version of the story: I was driving to work early in the morning and moved over to avoid a pedestrian who was walking on the road. (I was still in my lane.) An SUV coming on the other side of the road crossed the center line because its driver had fallen asleep at the wheel, hitting my car (a small sedan) nearly head on. The pedestrian and the other driver survived, thankfully. My car was a total loss.*

In books and movies, when stuff like that happens, the affected character usually has a profound change or some brand new outlook on life, almost like Ebenezer Scrooge’s transformation at the end of A Christmas Carol. But honestly, the only change that occurred in me was that I got mean. I lost patience, when before I had considered myself a fairly patient person. I snapped at people. I got sick of telling the story of the accident to everyone who asked me what happened. I didn’t want to deal with the insurance company or the ambulance chasers. I got mad at God (ironic, because when my car was hit, I had been praying the rosary, which in all likelihood saved my life). But I never did get mad at the pedestrian or the other driver.

I actually thought that God might be mad at me, that He might be trying to tell me something that I had been ignoring. So as I lay uncomfortably in the hospital bed with the incentive spirometer they gave me to reinflate my lung, I scoured my brain for things I might have done wrong. He’s trying to tell me that getting married is a bad idea. He thinks I’ve been too arrogant and is trying to make me more humble. He doesn’t want me to work the rest of this week because I’ve foolishly been overworking myself. He thinks I’m stupid because I’m not listening to Him, that I’m not interpreting this sign correctly.

Later on, I put all those thoughts out of my head and focused on the two positive things that drowned out all the negativity. (1) My four families love and care about me (my biological family, my future in-laws, my work family, my church family). (2) I am still alive, so my work on earth is not done. God has some kind of plan for me and He’s “got me” through this and everything else to follow, whatever that may be.

So onward I go, and perhaps the greatest lesson I can take from all this is to assert myself more often, so that when it comes down to it, all the meanness in me won’t come to a boiling point when similar crazy life events happen.

*Strangely enough, the loss of the car upset me more than anything. When you spend several years driving the same car, it becomes your friend and confidante. It has literally gone many miles with you and been with you through many important life events. Maybe this should be another lesson for me: never name your car or attribute human qualities to it. (But rest in peace, Vic.)

6 thoughts on “Post-Accident Musings

  1. “my biological family, my future in-laws, my work family, my church family”

    Your blog buddies think you’re pretty cool, too. Really glad you’re okay.

    (By an odd coincidence, I was putting in some time with the old incentive spirometer myself recently, but that’s over now.)

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  2. Hi Maggie,

    I hope you’re starting to feel much better at this point. I can only imagine how terrifying your accident was but I’m so thankful that you were not hurt more seriously than could have been.

    I know that you probably just want to be “normal” again, without the aches and pains, inconvenience of reduced mobility, etc. Believe me, I’ve been experiencing those feelings myself this year, esp due to my knee problems. But I’m sure you’ll be up and at ’em very soon. It’s great that your employer had the good sense to allow you to work from home instead of forcing you to take some kind of sick leave. The Army doesn’t do that sort of thing well, you know, sensitivity.

    I can understand what you meant in your blog about your car. We’re creatures of habit and desire a feeling of comfort that comes from familiarity. I know when I travel and have to rent a car, it’s always an adjustment and I just feel very weird the whole time I’m driving because it’s not my car. I hope your insurance gives you a good settlement so that you can find something new and become one with it. I mentioned to your Mom that leasing can sometimes be a good option, as opposed to buying a brand new car. Another good way to go is buying “certified, pre-owned,” ideally something lightly used like a year old or something. The equity you lose on a brand new car when you drive it off the lot just makes it a win for the dealer, not the buyer.

    Anyway, I’m hoping to see you all in either August or September. As soon as I know more, I’ll share with Mom. Again, I hope you’re feeling better.

    Love,

    Uncle Pete

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    1. I’m feeling better now. Not really painful, just uncomfortable. I’m amazed at how nice work has been to me through this entire thing. I wanted to work from home so I wouldn’t be sitting around doing nothing. As for the car… I had been thinking of buying a car that’s only a year or two old so it still has a lot of life left in it. Look forward to seeing you! I miss you! Love, Maggie

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  3. Hi Maggie. Your Chicago family is so glad you are OK too! We are thinking about you and glad you were able to leave the hospital and recover at home. These accidents can be scary but it sounds like you are a mature woman, taking it all in stride. All our best thoughts and wishes are with you until you are back to feeling good again.

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