When I was young, I had a passion for cars. My father worked on them almost every weekend. I liked to help him from time to time, changing breaks and oil on the cars he had. One of my first real jobs was as a car porter as the local dealers by our house. When I got in an accident, I thought my life was over. That was possibly a bit over-exaggerated. My life still went on.
One day when I was working, a man came to pick up his Porsche gt3rs. It is a very vast car meant for the track and a little bit of road driving. When the man came to pick up his car, he saw me drooling over it, and to my surprise, he offered me a drive. Without any thought, I took him up on his offer. He drove it, of course. I was not even going to ask if I could because this car is very expensive. When we pulled up to a light, he said to me do you want to see what this car can really do. Obviously, I said yes. When the light turned green, he floored it and was flying through the gears. As we were approaching close to one hundred and twenty, we got cut off. He did not get on the breaks fast enough, and we rear-ended the car that cut us off.
We both backed out and woke up in the hospital. My boss was there, and he was concerned for me. He told me he already called my parents as some big choices were going to be made. The doctor came in with my parents, and he began telling us the extent of our injuries. The driver had a concussion as well as a broken hand and foot. I had a broken leg, and there was a piece of shrapnel in my abdomen. I would need a temporary colostomy procedure so my colon and large intestine could take time to heal. When the surgery was over, I woke up in the recovery room where my parents were watching over me.
After about four weeks of healing, I was able to walk around with some slight pain and could get back to work. My job was a bit more challenging with the ostomy bag. Getting in and out of the cars was more or less strenuous due to the bag restricting my movement. Additionally, crouching down and standing up did put a bit of strain on my stoma, but I was able to manage. After about a week of being back at work, I was able to get used to the movements and was not in as much pain as I initially was.
I’m glad I got the opportunity to ride in such a fantastic Porsche but not happy with how it ended. I’m upset that I needed to get an ostomy procedure, but the good thing is that it was only temporary and was reverted a little bit after a year was up. I’m fortunate to still be alive to this day, considering the speed we were going and impacted the car that cut us off. I’m glad to have been able to work shortly after my procedure and only needed a little bit to heal and be able to walk again.
Gastrointestinal Health 