Brandi

That’s right. I was in a coma for 2 days following a car accident. I was driving home Thursday night after a play party and a guy going too fast on the icy roads went out of control and hit me head on. The blood vessels in my brain had burst and they had to do surgery to stop the bleeding. The coma was actually drug induced by the doctors after the surgery to give my brain a chance to heal.

How am I now? OK, I think. I hurt like hell, bruises all over me, broken collar bone from the way I hit my seat belt. They don’t know if I’m going to have long term affects, it’s too early to tell. My parents are just glad I’m not a veg. They were scared, I could see it. Nothing like a near death experience for my parents to create an overprotective barrier around me. Twenty-five years old is too old to be moving back in your parents house.

I’m finally back in my apartment. The only reason I’m allowed this freedom is on the condition that my younger brother stays with me. This is more than acceptable since he knows me and won’t restrict my life. I was going crazy with the parents constantly looking over my shoulder.

I don’t know what’s going to happen with my job. I don’t qualify for short or long term disability because I haven’t been there long enough. So, no pay from them while I’m healing. I don’t know if I have a job to go back to. I’m giving them a call tomorrow. I haven’t asked my doctor when I can go back to work. I’m still a little doped up for the pain. I see a neurologist on Wednesday to get some tests done. Maybe I’ll find out when I can go back to work then.

My dad hired a lawyer to deal with the insurance company, I’m glad he’s taking care of it. The fella who hit me has insurance but they don’t want to pay enough in my dad’s opinion. He’s thinking long term, and I’m not thinking at all, just resting.

I have discovered something about me after all of this. I am not an attractive girl. My hair has been completely shaved and I am ugly. It makes me cry. The bruises and the baldness make me look like something in a horror movie. And the weight loss from not eating while I was drugged up has made me lose my already meager breasts. I could pass for a boy, a really ugly boy who cries like a sissy.

I need love and support. I need all my niteflirt friends to call me and help me out. I will be home all the time since I’m too hideous to be seen in public. You have to call and keep me company. I need you.