Tis the season for parties, celebrations, and late night events. It is also the season for irresponsible drivers taking to the roads following those festivities. This is what brought me to spending the Holidays, stuck in a hospital, praying for my sister to make it through her injuries. Two weeks before Christmas she was coming beach house from work and she was hit by a drunk driver. She works minute shift so she is on the road around eleven thirty, the driver ran a red light and hit her car dead on. Of course, as it often is, the other driver only sustained minor injuries. My sister suffered from broken bones, internal injuries, and a nasty concussion. Both of us were all called to the hospital because they easily didn’t know if she would make it or not. Once the shock of the accident wore off and she was at least stabilized I started to notice my surroundings. One of the main things that I noticed was how frigid I was. The outside temperatures were only in the twenties and with the waiting room door typically opening and closing, it made it guess enjoy that inside too. I couldn’t get warm no matter what I did. As the afternoons past, I would take blankets into my sister’s room so I could tolerate the temperatures in the building. I spent as much time as possible with him so she wouldn’t guess so alone. That Christmas was the worst ever but thankfully she was able to come beach house and recovered. The hospital will always be a frigid location to me, both physically and emotionally. I hope that people take easily think before taking to the roads so that no a single else needs to go through those cold, worrisome afternoons enjoy my family did.
October 20, 2020
October 20, 2020