When I was 17 and studying for my A Levels my
then boyfriend Dave was involved in an accident where his car broke down on a
Motorway on his way to visit friends in Bristol. He was underneath the
car at the side of the road trying to fix it when a lorry clipped the car and
dragged him along underneath it for quite a distance before the driver realized
what had happened.
During an initial period of paralysis he remained at
Frenchay hospital in Bristol, but then when things started to look a little
more hopeful he was transferred to the Spinal Injuries Unit at a specialist
spinal hospital in Oswestry. He then spent the next 8 months bed-ridden on the
same ward and I spent the time travelling to and from Oswestry failing my
A levels.
For him those months involved lots of
operations, physio and being prodded by all sorts of consultants and
specialists.
For me and those close to him what was more noticeable
was the change in his personality as a result of what had happened to him.
People not close to the person may see the
physical changes that have taken place, but those close see the emotional
changes too. Being told you might not walk again is probably one of the
hardest things to hear, and it can have a dramatic effect on the way you view
life.
Dave became very frustrated and angry with everyone,
including himself for what he’d allowed to happen. Being so young I
struggled to cope with his constant mood swings and his anger with everything
and everyone and our relationship didn’t survive very long after he came home.
The story does have a happy ending though. Dave
returned home from Oswestry and for some time set up a bedroom in his parents’
dining room. Through the dedication and support of carers visiting him at home
and his physio’s persistence, Dave did regain his mobility and learnt to walk
again.
Despite having several bits of metal in his body he
has led a pretty normal life, but like the majority of those effected by such a
traumatic experience his out look on life was changed dramatically as a
result.
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