Two months before my high school sweetheart and I were to be married, a drunk driver ran a red light and smashed head-on into our car. Even though I was wearing a seatbelt, the impact dislodged the front seat and sent me through the windshield and onto the pavement.
When I regained consciousness, I was in the hospital, where two nurses were taking glass shards out of my face. Unaware that I could hear them, they were sharing their professional opinions as to how many surgeries I would have to go through to repair the lacerations on my head and face.
I had no memory of the car accident, and I recall feeling that I was not part of what they were talking about. However, my face was swollen, my head hurt, and I couldn’t see out of one of my eyes. I also had a dislocated knee and shoulder, which were reset by the doctors.
