Back to Becki: August 6-8 2016 Twilight Zone

I've always said that my life is like a Seinfeld episode. If anything ridiculous could happen in this life, it would happen to me--things you think would only happen on screen. Scripted, if you will.
If I had to get in a major car wreck, of course it would be with bank robbers, not just a kid texting or something. That would be far too boring.

After the accident, I spent the next 3 days in the hospital...and in a mental fog. The concussion made me confused, repetitive, and forgetful. Several friends stopped in during those few days in the hospital. I remember them being there, but couldn't recall for you what we'd talked about. I was just entering the Twilight Zone. Everything was a blur. I know my dad was there by the time I was awake the next day. And my bestie, Neil. They stayed with me the whole time I was in the hospital.
I was on a lot of medication, but was very aware of my pain. I dreaded having to use the bathroom. Simply sitting up was a task I needed help with. Going to the relieve myself was on a whole new level of embarrassing. Granted, I was beyond caring about my bum flashing for all to see behind my open hospital gown, but my bowels had been through hell and back, were bloated, bruised and torn. Medications caused constipation, so laxatives were necessary. I'll leave the rest to your imagination. Needless to say, let alone the pain it caused to get there, going to the bathroom was quite an unpleasant experience.