Accident!! The term which I used to hear but was not horrified about. I used to read my bank settlement circulars and skipped the medical part wondering..’This cant happen to me’. I dont know why I had this thought with me but i felt that accident is a huge thing..n i am a simple person living my life… LIC Agents used to come to my office for insurance business and I was always like I don’t need it. This doesn’t mean that I was casual with my life but I never thought something like this could happen to me.
Kehte hain na jiski umeed door door tak na ho vo to ho jata hai.
(LEAST EXPECTED THINGS HAPPEN)
Me and my husband were coming to Patiala from Delhi to attend some family function. We met with an accident. Our driver doze off speeding the car and bamm!! It hit the back of truck on road. I don’t remember the time. We were to take the flight at 5:30am from Delhi to Chandigarh that got cancelled. Then we booked bus tickets but the driver who was to pick us up from Zirakpur said that he has one of his people in Delhi only and he will pick up us from airport. We started from Delhi at about 1:30 am. Now I can say “BAD TIMINGS MAY BE”. I am writing this so as to share the mistakes probably at our part and then the treatment we underwent coz before this accident even I thought that accident is mere a fracture and some bandages on head(one we watch in daily soaps).
WE SHOULD AVOID TAKING TAXIS LATE NIGHT FOR LONG DISTANCES.
Our driver was sleepy, that’s what my husband felt so we stopped at some Dhaba and had tea. I even checked in FB 🙂
WE SHOULD NEVER TAKE RISK OF BELIEVING WHAT DRIVER SAYS.
He said that its his daily job…n that he had nap already. We started again. 9th December 2016 was a cold and foggy night. It was fog infront of eyes…I checked out of the taxi from my window and I wasnt able to see the road. I was laughing and telling my husband to enjoy this fog as he wont experience the same once we get back to Kolkata. Only north gives you such a cold memory… Our driver was driving very smoothly at about 30-40. I was constantly keeping check on his meter. He was in contact with his fellow drivers about their locations and whereabouts. We felt safe on seeing that he was taking precautions and was driving safe. My husband is not as relaxed as I am when it comes to travelling. Hez always awake, be it car, bus, train or flight so I told him that I would go to sleep. Last I remember seeing my watch, it was 3:00 am.
The next I woke up, came out of the car, our car had hit the truck. I turned back and saw my husband lying half on the road and half stuck inside the car. A lot of people were surrounding us. I dint knew what happened. I looked towards my right arm and it was hanging with my shoulder. My hand seemed like a rubber doll hand so I picked my arm with left hand and held it near my stomach. I was hearing sounds like , “Tussi theek ho beta” (Are you alright!), “Atti hamara accident ho gya”(Atti we met with an accident), “sabb theek ho jaega beta” (Everything will be fine), “Atti main zinda nahi bachunga”(Atti I will not survive this), “Atti mera haath aur paon dono toot gya” (Atti my hand and leg are fractured). I could hear all that but I dint knew why I wasnt able to process all these sounds. I stood there blank. Some men came near the driver and tried taking him out of the car. Suddenly I heard my husband shouting, “Bhaiya seat peeche mat kro, mera paer fassa hua hai”(Don’t push the seat, I am stuck here). I was standing there looking in all directions doing nothing. I felt as if I couldn’t bear the weight of my head. So I left my arm and held my head.
Some one took my husband out of the car and they kept him on one end of the road, and I came and sat beside him. All I could hear was his pain but I dint knew what to do. I got hold of a few words and started telling him, “ Rahul sab theek hojaega” (Rahul everything will be fine). It was so cold and he was lying on the road and I was sitting beside him. People took driver out of the car too. I started shivering, one sardar g gave me his blanket. My husband was lying there In pain, on road, in cold with his back touching roadside and I dint had any words or couldn’t think of any thing to comfort him. He was also given one blanket by one of the people who helped us. Some one came near me and asked for the number and I gave my Dad’s number. I told them the number as somewhere back in my head the calculation was under process that I cant call my mom as she will be worried as hell. Papa can do something may be. I remember that thinking about all this, the number of my mom vanished from my head. All I remembered was my dad’s number.
Then after sometime ambulance came and they told me to get seated inside. They picked up my husband and he was shouting in pain everytime they picked him up or put him down. I heard him talking to people and telling them the number of bags we had and getting each of it safely inside the ambulance. He remembered everything, two bags, my purse, his wallet and our mobile phones. We sat in ambulance, I holding my head sitting beside him and the driver. Driver saying that hez sorry and my husband getting upset on him for doing all this to us and me repeating same thing, “ sab theek ho jaega Rahul”(Everything will be fine).
Now when I wonder what was it that happened to me, Why didn’t I rushed when I saw my husband injured, crying in pain, why didn’t I moved at all. Why I couldn’t remember that we were in ambulance for about 45 mins before we reached hospital, why all these small brain blanks were there, it was the TRAUMA PHASE. I talked to my doctor too and he told me that after accident I went into trauma. It was very clear coz I was sleeping and then I was unconscious. I didnt even knew who took me out of the car, from which seat i got out…Now I feel bad about it, at that very moment my partner, my life was in soo much pain and I gave him no response. I could hear his shouts somewhere in my head even now and same time have tears coz i didnt do much for him.
WE SHOULD ALWAYS BOOK OUR OWN TAXI, I MEAN WE SHOULD NOT TRAVEL WITH DRIVERS WHO HAVE DRIVEN CONTINUOUSLY. (How could we have known that he was driving continuously). EVEN THEN WE SHOULD TRY AND TAKE A FRESH TAXI AND NO RETURNING ONES. AND A TAXI WITH AIR BAGS.
We reached hospital within 5-10 mins where my husband was taken to another room, I was holding my bag and when Xray was to be taken some one came (he was send by my dad who already was out of station and made some calls with the help of our relatives and arranged for a known person at our current location). He told me to keep all the jewelry i had, inside that bag and I kept on doing as per his instructions and then handed the bag to him as he told that he knows us. He took my fathers’ and my Fufa g’s name and other things that I might not remember now. I was told that my husband was taken to another room. I sat on wheelchair and they took me to the normal hospital room where there were two beds and then I was dripped with glucose. My husband came in after some time all bandaged. I was not fully conscious but I could hear him taking my name every few mins. He was shivering and we were given one blanket each and he needed another one but we were told that they didn’t had any at that time.
I woke up to my full conscious at about 8 in the morning that too to his alarm(My husband’s constant alarm). The first thing that crossed my mind after looking at him and telling him that I was fine, was my face. I used washroom and checked mirror to c the damage. My right eye was swollen and black and bandaged. There were bloody scratches going from the corner of my nose towards the end of the eye both above and below the eye. It was safe, and I could see. I was feeling better. I gave my blanket to my husband. He had his ribs broken, right shoulder, right leg, then his forehead was hit with something so he had bandages there and then something was happened with his nose too. I sat beside him and he narrated each bit he witnessed.
He was awake, he saw it whole, he is petrified till date, sometimes he cannot sleep due to that fear. And all I am is sorry for sleeping off and leaving him alone to face it. I am..
He told me that I was sleeping in his laps at about 3:30 am when he suddenly felt that driver was speeding and just going behind the truck. He told me that he shouted and called his name to which driver didn’t respond back. He immediately held me up and put me back on the seat and raised his hand towards the driver. And within no time our taxi banged the truck. I flew towards the front glass of the taxi, hitting the seat besides the driver’s seat and then was lying in mid of the dashboard and the glass.
He told me that he called my name and I responded the way I used to when he tries to wake me up during other times with, “Hmmm”. He said he felt relaxed that I was safe. He was feared as our taxi was in middle of the highway and that there was no light and at any moment any speeding vehicle could have hit us from behind. He told me that he hummed Hanuman Chalisa the entire time. He waited for help,no one came,cars were passing by. He told me that some one came and looked inside the car and then went away. No one thought of helping us. He told me that we were lying there for about half an hour or 20 mins before some people stopped for helping us and then stopped other vehicles to make a circle around us so that no other vehicle could hit us. They after taking us out tried calling helplines, police, hospital but there was no response. Then some one went to the nearby toll to call for help and then the ambulance came and took us to the Virk Hospital Karnal where we were given first aid. It was at a distance of about 40-45 mins and not of 10-15 mins from where the accident site. He told me that right side of his nose had teared off.
PEOPLE I KNOW THERE WERE CASES WHERE WE HEARD THAT ACCIDENTS WERE FAKED ON DELHI HIGHWAY,BUT THE LEAST YOU COULD DO IS INSTEAD OF STOPPING YOUR VEHICLE, INFORM POLICE, AMBULANCE OR TOLLS NEARBY, ABOUT THE ACCIDENT AND MAKE SURE THAT SOMEONE REACHES THE ACCIDENT SIGHT FOR HELP.
I called my in laws family and they were worried as they were far away from us. I made my husband talk to mom telling her that we were fine and its okay and that they can come to Patiala directly. I called my mom to know where she was and till when would she reach us and take us back to Patiala as my husband was suggested immediate surgery and we wanted that to happen nearest to our home. Till the time, one uncle came, one bhaiya came, and we felt better as someone known was there with us. They were the people staying near Karnal, known to my relatives, so that we could have someone till they reach us.
My mom came , she had tears, but as usual, her brave heart dint wasted a second, she held our faces in her hands one by one and then stopped my husband from narrating the incident as she didn’t wanted to loose herself. She went downstairs, initiated the procedure of our discharge, arranged ambulance for going back to Patiala. My dad came back, reached Patiala, arranged doctors at Amar Hospital and booked the rooms there. My husband was taken directly to the hospital, I came my home, accompanied by my dad’s friend. They took all the luggage out and I went inside to use the restroom. I thought I was better and didn’t needed to go to the Hospital. But I couldn’t even drink a glass of water or sit down. I again couldn’t rest my head on my shoulders. My sister held my hand and got me seated in the car and we went to the Hospital. I don’t remember about reaching hospital or getting admitted to one of their rooms and then the needles or anything. By the time I again became conscious, I had my family there, and all the relatives were coming and visiting by for another 4-5 days. My Patiala office staff also came and I was happy to see them.
Itne log to shaadi par nahi aaye theey meri. (This much relatives and friends were not present even in my wedding)
My husband got treated the next day. He had fracture in his Proximal Humerus (Near Shoulder) and Distal Femur (Near Knee). He got operated and Dr. Grover fitted in the plate in arm and rod in leg. Ribs were to get better by own. The next day he got the plastic surgery done for his nose and the skin graft for his forehead. He was kept in ICU for three days. My mom used to request the nurses and staff there for allowing me to meet him. She used to tell them that I wont go back to my room unless they let me meet him. Shez total jugadu.
My husband was on complete bed rest. I was getting my tests done but no major diagnosis was made. Had small fractures, swellings, bruises and scratches. I also had some problem in my right ear but that’s okay now after the medications. Every one came to meet us and I was smiling and telling everyone that it was not only he who was hurt. I got hurt too, internally. And everytime we laughed it off. We were famous couple out there in the hospital, the one who met with an accident, were newly married, their driver slept off, their car hit the truck,etc etc.
I could not raise my right arm yet, we thought it was fracture, ligament tear and weakness, until the date of my discharge, when doctor told my dad to get MRI done. That was the day till when all of us thought that I will be fine and my husband thought that he saved me and that I will be better in few days or so.
My husband came home after a day or two. He was in pain, was bed ridden for about 20 days. He had all sorts of pains, his arm, his leg, his back. Every thing was giving him pain. He will get another surgery after about a year or two for taking out the rod and plate.
Listening about some one’s accident is not that scary but going through it shows the truth. One couldn’t use rest room himself, couldn’t hold things, couldn’t comb, couldn’t eat, couldn’t walk, couldn’t go out of the room. Our relatives, neighbors, friends, my office colleagues , kept us company. It felt quite nice when one of our couple friend came especially to c us, then one of my friend came with family to ask about my health and then cried seeing me suffering. Then one friend came to Coimbatore, he couldn’t cry but I could tell that he was shocked to c me like that.
I was detected with Brachial Plexus Injury in my right arm. Brachial Plexus is a network of nerves(C5, C6, C7, C8 and T1) near shoulder coming out of spinal cord and spreading out in arm, chest, shoulder and hand. By now I have become Brachial Plexus Specialist. I will be writing about all of it not only because it was completely new to us but because it was not a new type of injury. Actually it is very common but the shorter versions are generally ignored and result in permanent damage.
Stay connected till then 🙂 …. And please ask anything, I will readily reply…
Thanks for being soo patient while going through it …
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