I woke up from pain last night, more than once – which is typical for me now, and wondered if you ever think about me? Wonder how I am doing? How did my surgery go? And my recovery? Do you even know I had to have surgery to fix what you caused to be broken? Do you even care?
It has been 10 weeks today since the accident wrecked my body and my life and yet I have never even heard from you. I find that staggering in its neglect and lack of humanity.
You did speak to me that day. While I was waiting on the ambulance to arrive so I could be taken to the hospital for what I knew was a broken leg or hip, and whatever else I wasn’t yet aware of – but I was painfully aware of that. But when I asked you if you were the driver, because I could see it on your face, you nodded and said, “I’m sorry”. And my humanity allowed me to feel bad for you, and I tried to assure you I would be okay! Isn’t that just crazy! That I would care for you and how you were feeling even though I was in excruciating pain – but that is who I am – and this is obviously who you are.
That is the last I heard from you – which is just so wrong. How do you get to be so clueless, care-less, when not a day in my life has looked like my life did before you pulled right out in front of me.
I live with the results of that every single day and you just get to stay oblivious. That is not right. I have lasting injuries from being hit by you. Injuries that will require more surgery if they can be fixed.
I have paid dearly every day, and as it stands now, I may have to pay forever for your inattention. What about you – what has it cost you?