I'm not sure of the exact reason I'm posting this, I guess I felt the need to share, which I seem to do best with people I don't see every day. So, here goes:
Last year on February 4th I had a very bad car accident. Black ice caused me to flip my car and my seat broke, letting me loose. The upper half of my body went through the sunroof, and the car rolled on top of me, then proceeded to drag me down the highway. I broke two ribs, fractured my leg, de-gloved my face, and suffered a traumatic brain injury.
Life flight wouldn't come to get me because of bad weather, but luckily a few men stopped to lift the car off of me, one of them being an off-duty paramedic who had served in the Army. He called the local paramedics to get me transportation. Once they got me into the squad, my heart stopped and I was medically dead. But, he didn't give up just yet. He gave me a tracheotomy in the back of the squad and bagged the blood out of my lungs, bringing me back.
I woke up from a coma nine days later, after my family being told I probably wouldn't make it, and if I did, I'd be mentally retarded. As you can see, they were wrong, thankfully. I'm on my way to recovering and doing much better now.
I'm eternally grateful for having my life, and especially to the man who made this possible. However, my scars and swelling have me extremely depressed and I've lost all confidence. How do I cope? Do you think I can still have a successful relationship looking like this? I'm very confused and hopeless.
If you would like, here are some pictures of my face/neck from not long ago. I really hate the way I am now.
http://s775.photobucket.com/albums/yy39/Phillip91/February 4 2010/
Last year on February 4th I had a very bad car accident. Black ice caused me to flip my car and my seat broke, letting me loose. The upper half of my body went through the sunroof, and the car rolled on top of me, then proceeded to drag me down the highway. I broke two ribs, fractured my leg, de-gloved my face, and suffered a traumatic brain injury.
Life flight wouldn't come to get me because of bad weather, but luckily a few men stopped to lift the car off of me, one of them being an off-duty paramedic who had served in the Army. He called the local paramedics to get me transportation. Once they got me into the squad, my heart stopped and I was medically dead. But, he didn't give up just yet. He gave me a tracheotomy in the back of the squad and bagged the blood out of my lungs, bringing me back.
I woke up from a coma nine days later, after my family being told I probably wouldn't make it, and if I did, I'd be mentally retarded. As you can see, they were wrong, thankfully. I'm on my way to recovering and doing much better now.
I'm eternally grateful for having my life, and especially to the man who made this possible. However, my scars and swelling have me extremely depressed and I've lost all confidence. How do I cope? Do you think I can still have a successful relationship looking like this? I'm very confused and hopeless.
If you would like, here are some pictures of my face/neck from not long ago. I really hate the way I am now.
http://s775.photobucket.com/albums/yy39/Phillip91/February 4 2010/













