Practical and Insightful Necrosis

A lesson learned.

Most people enjoy the sublime routine of laying down at night and experiencing a good nights rest and why wouldn't they? It's peaceful...you get to relax in a comfortable bed with the soothing hum of an A/C lulling you to sleep. Once you're asleep your brain releases a cacophony of chemicals that twist and bend to shape a fabulous dreamscape full of impossible realities and quirky findings...it's your own personal cinematic universe in which you are the protagonist. Usually our dreams can be extremely vivid and mesmerizing, causing them to stick in our minds for extended periods of time, solely for us to remember. Every now and again our brain produces atrocious visions and we can't wait to forget what we saw, either way it's an interesting experience. We can all agree that sleeping is a wonderful thing that promotes good health and longevity...that's the unequivocal truth. I can remember when I couldn't wait to be able to lay down in my cozy bed, flip my pillow around to the cool side and rest my head on it to drift off into sleep...I wish I still felt that way.

For you to understand this journey I'm about to take you on, you need the brief backstory. A few years ago I was in a brutal accident...my body was left in ruins and my mind shattered from the painkillers, useless thoughts and prayers of what I thought were my family and friends and my own psychosis. Now that I've given you the pertinent facts, I think we can proceed...this may be tough to read, so brace yourself.

The day started like any other day...I woke up, had some breakfast, kissed my still sleeping girlfriend on the forehead and left for work. I was still smoking weed during this time because it was a useful tool to get me through the stress and monotony of my days when I wasn't working or engaged in activities with friends. That being said, I decided to make a stop by the ATM to pull out $60 for an eighth so that I could pick some up on my way home from work later that night. I got my hands on the money, I was in a good mood and ready to get to work and finish the day so that I could go home and relax with a joint and some superb whiskey...but the fates decided that something else was in store for me.

I drove out of the parking lot of the bank and pulled up to the stop sign at the intersection and waited for my chance to go as you would expect from any civilized individual. I saw an opening and took it, everything was great...no cars within a dangerous proximity to mine, I didn't have to speed...it is a small town with scarce traffic after all...then it happened. A truck came flying down the road at sixty miles per hour, which is odd considering it was a thirty five mile per hour zone...before I could accelerate fast enough to get out of the way their truck struck my car sending my vehicle flying fifteen feet onto the nearest sidewalk. Once I awoke in the back of the ambulance the EMT's informed me that I was knocked unconscious on impact, they told me not to move or panic and I said "Shit, my boss is going to be pissed that I'm late for my shift." they both laughed and said "At least your sense of humor is still in tact." We all got a good chuckle out of this and then deafening silence befell the cabin of the ambulance.

Initially I thought nothing of that comment and just relaxed and waited for us to arrive at the hospital for the initial inspection before they moved me to a different hospital for further evaluation. Once I arrived at the intermediate destination things started to connect in a less than fortunate way that are almost comedic in how they unfold. They had me laying down on a stretcher while they examined my body for injuries, swelling, abrasions etc. I was beyond bored and could start to feel the rhythmic pulse of blood filling my extremities. Just when the dull pain began to flair up, two officers approached me with a piece of paper to sign and told me if I didn't sign it I was going to be detained and face charges, so naturally being in the state I was...I signed the damn paper. After I signed it the medical staff was given the okay to move me into the ambulance and transfer me to the new hospital. I told the nurses to wait and let me call my parents and let them know what happened and that I'm being moved, as you would expect my parents were extremely upset and worried but they packed up their things and told me that they were on the way to meet me.