February 23, 2001, (my son's 8th B-Day) I was driving my children to daycare and we were hit by a huge city snowplow, filled with sand and all. The snowplow hit a manhole cover and did a complete summersault onto our vehicle. My children were in the back seat, buckled in. My daughter was behind me and was not badly hurt, my son was behind the passenger seat, he sustained the worst injuries. Dylan's intestines were ripped from his stomach wall, he lost his spleen, he was bleeding internally. My arm was broken in two places and I have plates and screws holding it together, while in the emergency room I had a severe seizure and almost fell off the table, I was rushed to another hospital that could treat head injuries. To this day, even after rehabilitation, I can not remember that day, or two days after. I have problems multi-tasking and can not remember reading a page in a book after turning the page... I am a secretary at a college and work (on task) completing projects as they come to me but rely heavily on my Day Timer and Palm Pilot. I feel as though I have been robbed of my "myself" and I feel as though everyone around me suffers a bit as well. My family is very patient and remind my of where things are and when things are, daily! I love life and treasure it every day!
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