I was SHOT in the HEAD and I SURVIVE…… Here’s my story
On May 8th, 2007 I was just leaving work when my boyfriend call me, asking me if I would come to pick him up, and I said yes. It was around 12am, I was traveling in P.G County.
There were two gentlemen in the backseat who were friends of my boyfriend(at the time). I was driving and my boyfriend was in the passenger seat. All of sudden out of no where several gun shots were fired at my car causing the car to crash into a ditch. Fortunately police was at a gas station near by, allowing them to respond immediately. By the time police arrived the shooters was no longer in sight. The police officer who responded to the shooting, proceed to the front of the car were he found my boyfriend and I. The two gentlemen sitting in the backseat of the car were was later arrested for outstanding warrants. Unfortunately the bullet struck me in the top crown area of my head… The head rest slowed the bullet down but by then the bullet enter my right side and landed in my left side, and shatter into fragment. Although the car crash into a ditch, doing a little damage to my right side of my body but the bullet contribute the most of the damage. (As you may already know that the left side of your brain operate the right side of your body,& vice verse.) All I remember was my boyfriend trying to keep me from falling into a coma. When I woke up I was in Prince George’s Hospital Trauma Unit, in ICU.
I was hook up to all type of tubes, and heavily sedated on medication, I fell back to sleep. When I finally came around I immediately pulled the breathing tube out of my mouth. Thinking, WHAT THE FUCK HAPPEN?? WHERE AM I???
While being in ICU of course my mother and step dad was there along with my grandma, granddad and my boyfriend. Later .. the news spread thru out my community, they were joined by my uncle, my real friends, and of course my fake associates (that never came to visit me from that moment on). Now one expecting to see my partner in crime there, we stop speaking to each other over three years ago. All those differences we had in the past, didn’t matter at this time. I was happy to see her there, that’s when I knew that she was truly is a real friend. No matter what other people think about her.
I stayed in a semi-coma for a couple a days. When the nurses moved me upstairs to my room , I was in-out of sleep but when I woke up my partner in crime was there. We was talking, and I told her that I’ll be in the hospital for a couple days, and that I’ll be out back to doing things would be back to normal. She gave me a this look like “No you won’tâ€. I said “Why you have that look on your face†. I tried to get up out the bed, and I noticed that I couldn’t get up. I could barely move. My left side was a little weak but my right side wasn’t moving, and my right hand was balled up so tight. That I could feel my nails digging in my skin, and I laid there with some many things running through my mind. I just squeeze my right hand as tight as I could until I was bleeding. I just turn my head as the tears started flowing down my face. From that point on I stayed mad, giving attitude, and snapping on those who are close to me. Thinking to myself, Why was he back in jail? Wondering why my boyfriend couldn’t hold it down for me, if he couldn’t do it for himself? He couldn't wait to see if I was going to wake up or not? Most of all, why he had to go back SMOKING PCP?
At P.G Hospital they had a Physical Therapists (PT), that came regular for sessions with me. When they had me sit up, and I realized that I couldn’t sit up without falling over to the side, and back. I couldn’t hold my balance to even sit up. It was than that I realize all of my muscles had died, and that I had to start all over again rebuilding strength in my muscles. I realize once again that had my work cut out for me.
I was released from P.G Hospital on June 9, 2007(31 days). I made a lot of progress within those days I was in the hospital. I still couldn’t get dress myself, I wearing depends pull-ups because I didn’t have control over my bladder or bowels. I couldn’t stand pivot, and every morning my mother would have to wash me up as I laid in the bed. If I wanted to come downstairs, I had to be carried. My grandma (a nurse) showed my mother and I a technique she use to do with her patients transferring them to a chair. I stayed home for two months, rebuilding strength, and waiting for my Medicaid insurance to go through.
Finally in Aug, 2007, my insurance was approved and I was admitted to INOVA Mt. Vernon Rehabilitation Hospital. Where I received intense Physical Therapy(PT), Occupational Therapy(OT), Speech Therapy (Speech), and Recreational Therapy(RT), for a month. While being in the hospital my family and I, had a family meeting with my rehabilitation doctor, and several of my therapists. To explain to us that I’ll will continue In-Home Therapy in till we can get the ramp build, and my mother agree that she will be my personal care taker. (She is certified by the state of VA, before the accident happen).
Once I was released from the hospital in Sept, 2007, I felt more comfortable and confident in what I’m suppose to do. I can get dress by myself, I can stand pivot, I wearing underwear’s during the day, and before I left the hospital my therapist made sure that I had a wheelchair, bed side comel, and shower chair. I asked my rehab doctors because the bullet affected my main nervous system(the brain), was there anything that can be done to reverse my injuries, so that can be able to walk again. He said “not at this point, see how you do from here“. When I arrived home I immediately started doing research on my injury. I discover that there were several treatment options to choose from. First I tried several medication before I found the one suitable for me and my injuries. It wasn’t enough to allow me to move my right leg forward, backward, or to the right side. So, I with my second option, the Botulinum (Botox) Type A injections. My PT recommended to get injected in my right leg, in my inner thigh, thigh, and my lower and top calf muscles. I noticed a difference within a week. I have to continue to rebuild the strength in my muscles up because I still have a long way to go. I can hold my balance for maybe five seconds and my only way for me to walk is with a walker.
I finished with Home Therapy in Nov, 2007 and I continue therapy at the Bridge Program at INOVA Mt. Vernon Hospital. I’m continue to make progressing every day. I am very ambition young lady, and determine to walk again. I am not the type of person that gives up, I’m a fighter, a TRUE SURVIOR…..
The doctors said that I lived, I might have some brain damage, my speech wouldn't be clear, I might lose my memory, and it is a possiblity that I NEVER walk again. I have this page to profit young people from going down the same path I did. Beware of all the choices you make because there are always consquenes to pay. If everyone is in my situation or is disable in any kind of way, my words to you: “ Never stop believing in God, and believe in your self. At the end of the day that’s all you have, you and God. I am living prove that anything is possible. Make the best out of life because you only have one life to live“.. For those that are in perfect health; every morning and night, Thank God for giving you another day to be alive. To Be Continue…….
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