Today marks my first month and 19th day since the motorcycle accident. I’ve had 21 surgical staples and 13 stitches on my left foot that underwent surgical debridement.
Life is unpredictable. We’ll never know what’s gonna happen next. Anything can change in a blink of an eye, in a snap of a finger. Our lives can turn upside down in a millisecond. Ironic at times. Full of surprises. Expect the unexpected.
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| 3 days before the accident :( |
Monday, 5am. I received a text message from Joaqui’s school service that he will not be able to fetch Joaqui for 2 weeks because he’s sick.
Okay, I’m doomed. I didn’t anticipate this since I’ve been caught up with loads of household works, my printing deadline, the demands in spreads, not to mention that my youngest Miguel is acting up in school and he doesn’t want me to leave. I also have a spine problem so I wasn’t allowed to carry anything heavy and has been told to avoid long walks.
I’m spending a couple of hours every week practicing to learn how to ride a motorcycle for a few weeks already and with my husband’s guidance, I’m doing great sabi nya. In a scale of 1 to 10, I am at 6 and I was really determined to get better and better everyday.
I decided to pursue to ride the motorcycle on my own because it would be more convenient for us especially now that I need to send and fetch Joaqui to and from school. I think I can, I’ve got a strong feeling that I can do it.
November 20, 2017. Monday, 12:30pm. I tried to drive around the village on my own, without my husband on my back. I know I need to learn and I know I can. Okay, I am over-confident at times and I’ve got this attitude that if I really want something, I’ll do anything to get it. Go getter.
It is my first time to ride a motorcycle on my own. I’m wearing this half proud half nervous smile when I get the keys, get my phone, and start the engine. On the first 10 seconds of driving, I only got one thing in mind. I need to be good at it, I need to learn, because Joaqui needs me. This is gonna be the most convenient mode of transportation for the two of us.
Two minutes away from the house, my nervousness escalated because there is a kid playing at the middle of the road, running back and forth. I stopped, hit the horn and he stepped aside. I trusted my gut feeling that the kid wouldn't run again, I grabbed the hand grip, and accelerated. Just a millisecond, the kid started to run toward my direction again. I got scared that I might hit him so my first instinct is to turn left where there is a parked tricycle. Everything happened so fast. My motorcycle hit the back of the side car where my left foot scraped on a hard metal part of the tricycle. I got off-balanced and fell down. I didn’t feel any kind of pain at the moment. All I can feel is the heavy motorcycle on top of my left leg.
I couldn’t stand up, I couldn’t take the motorcycle off my feet. Nobody tried to get near me inspite of the few people around who saw the accident. My first instinct is to get my phone and call my husband. I’m shaking but I managed to call him and tell him what happened. I wasn’t aware that my foot looks that worse till I was able to have a glance on it after the call. What I saw are bones. A scraped foot, too deep that my bones are actually visible. I suddenly felt dizzy. My head feels heavy. A couple of minutes later, two people came to me and carry me to the side of the road. Then a bunch of curious people came trying to calm me down.
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| I know. 😢 |
It was just 2 minutes away from our house. 💔
My husband is half walking half running, pale, catching his breath. Looked at me with a nervous eyes but didn’t touch me. It seems like he didn’t know what to do. After looking at my foot, he suddenly told me to wait, he’ll go back to get some clothes and money.
Somebody called a Barangay vehicle and brought me to the nearest hospital.
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| Nov. 20, 2017. 2pm |
I wasn’t aware that my foot looks that horrible until I get a closer look when the doctor removed the improvised bandage that someone put before bringing me to the hospital. I was speechless. Teary-eyed, nervous, anxious. If I can only take back 2 minutes of my time, I wouldn’t dare to get the keys and leave home. No matter how I tried to convince myself that I’m only dreaming, I couldn’t. This is happening. This is actually happening.
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| few hours before the surgery |
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| 2 weeks after the surgery |
After the operation, I stayed for 4 days at the hospital. Those 4 days felt like 4 months away from home. I’ve got nothing in mind but the kids. I couldn't eat, I coudn't sleep. I was just crying the whole time while wishing it's only a dream. I know it's gonna be harder for us when I got home because everything's on us. But I’ve got only one wish. I really wanted to go home and see my kids.
This is the biggest challenge that life has given me before my 2017 ends.
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