2 years ago everything changed

2 years ago on March 17 I was in a car accident that could have taken my life. One second I'm talking to James, my boyfriend, the next I know I'm waking up with my car unrecognizable around me.

I remember looking at the broken, blood splattered, windshield and just thinking that I have seen this from the outside, but never looking from within. I remember the pressure on the bottom half of my body, soon to realize that it was the front of my car laying on me. I remember looking at the odd angle my arm was in, and thinking that it was funny that my first broken bone and car wreck, was at the same time.

I remember looking out my driver window, which was missing, and seeing people running to me. I remember a woman dressed in business clothes yelling something into her cellphone, but finding it odd that I couldn't understand what she was saying. I blacked out again, only to come to when the firefighter arrived.

I remember he was man and he was talking to me, letting me know what he was doing and that everything will be ok. I remember telling him over and over that I once was a volunteer firefighter, not realizing that I probably said it about 10 times already. I remember that the man told me they had to hook my car to the firetruck, because my car was slipping and was about to fall in the canal.

I remember the sound of metal groaning as they pulled the front of my car off of my legs. I remember the pressure going away, but with less pressure came more pain. I remember that the man stayed next to me, within my line of sight the whole time, a constant in the middle of the chaos, something that I didn't realize I needed till later on. I could hear my phone ringing, James must have hung up and called back. I picked it up with my non-broken hand and handed it to the man saying that it must be my boyfriend or mother, asking him to answer it for me.

He did as I asked, ending up talking to my mother and then my boyfriend. I remember that the only time he moved away from me was so he could let the Paramedic through to check me out and give me pain medicine, but as soon as she was done he was back right beside me. I remember them awkwardly putting me on a stretcher, trying to get me out of the car.

I remember them carrying me on the yellow backboard, slowly turning red with my blood. I remember swaying from side to side as they walked, till they got me to the side of the road where they could put me on the stretcher. I remember them putting me in the ambulance as a cop asked me questions, none of which I could answer.

The Paramedic gave me more pain medicine, by this time the pain was the only thing I could really feel, everyone and everything else was fuzzy. Next thing I know we are on our was to the hospital, I didn't even realize that we started to drive away. We got to the hospital and my mother was only a few seconds behind, she came next to me right away. She had the look of steel on her face, only something she could have accomplish because of years of being a Nurse.

They rushed me into the emergency room and started to cut away my clothing to get a better look at the damage. I stopped them when they went to take off my pants, remember that I had a new tattoo on my ankle that my mother didn't know about, I wanted to tell her before she saw it. The doctors laughed because I was more worried about the tattoo than my injuries. I remember them twisting my broken arm trying to get it back where it should be so that they could take x-rays, I screamed out in pain but told them to ignore me, I wanted to have it done right the first time so that I wouldn't have to go through it again.

The first surgery was right away, it was on my broken arm. It was broken in three places, they had to put in plates and screws, as well as stitches for on the cuts on my leg. I woke up in the recovery room, still groggy from the anesthesia. My mother and sister were next to me, I can't remember what we talked about, could have been unicorns and rainbows for all I knew.

I could hear someone yelling in the hall and soon my boyfriend came in the room, I remember telling him that he shouldn't be here, that he should still be offshore for another week. Later on he told me that he took the first flight in, that he couldn't breathe right until he could see that I was ok with his own eyes. He had to fight with the nurses to come see me, it was after visiting hours, but eventually they let him through.

I cried, I cried a lot, just from the sight of him, I didn't know how much I needed to see him until he was right in front of me. I felt then as if I truly was going to be ok, that no matter what else might happen as long as he was there, right besides me, I was going to be ok.

I had another surgery on my arm a few days later and a few months of physical therapy. I went to the fire station that responded to my wreck and thanked them all, forever being grateful of them.

Here I am today with a awesome scar on my arm, an amazing story to go along with it, and an exceptional man standing beside me. I also have a new outlook on life, knowing that any second the unexpected can happen and everything can change.

Thank you all, I just wanted to share part of my life with anyone who would be interested in listening.

Update: Thank you all for the amazing comments! I really do appreciate it!

* I had a Bluetooth headset on, so i had no need to hold the phone.* It was the other persons fault, not mine.
* The person who hit me fell asleep at the wheel, he was just returning from dropping his mom off at work and fell asleep. He jumped the median and hit me head on, we were both going about 60 MPH.
* Unfortunately no fire nation was involved, all though if they were it would make my story epic!
* I apologize for my spelling and grammar, I am dyslexic and writing wasn't my favorite subject. But have no fear, I fixed all the "threw" lol.