WHEN I WAS SEVENTEEN
17.12.2013 my first trauma.
Will it end? wait, we’re just getting started …
17 would be my favorite age. I have given many meanings to this age, and I used to think there would be significant changes in my life. Of course, I could never have thought that a traffic accident would change my life that much!
I was a high school senior student. One early morning, it was the first day that investigations into corruption and bribery filled the agenda! I woke up to go to school and got on the bus. I got off the bus, and my best friend was waiting for me across the road. As soon as I took my first step, and the car was coming to me fast. Since I have nowhere to run at that moment, I was frozen in despair and the car crashed into me quickly. I had nothing to do, I was so slumped on the ground that I couldn’t feel my whole body from that high shock. Then, I saw that there were a lot of people around me with excessively confused facial expressions. After a while, I felt an incredible load and pain in my ankle. As if I would never be able to walk again. Interestingly, I thought the day before that something was really going to happen to me. I was just in shock, and I could never move my leg at all. Then, I suddenly found myself in the emergency room of the hospital. It was unforgettable as soon as the doctor checked my ankle and he said, “you’re in a very bad situation.” In a phrase, I can fully understand, and he expresses it so comfortably as “your right ankle was broken in 3 parts of a single bone.” We will operate immediately!” And I went into surgery. It was the first time I cried in everybody without saying “I should look strong!”
After 7 hours of surgery, I learned that I had 2 platinum 10 nails on my ankle! I had to be at peace with the nights when 2–3 painkiller injections, serum, and sleeping pills throughout the day did not work. And 14 days later I was back home. This process was perhaps the most difficult, it became even more difficult for me and my family. When I first walked out in a wheelchair after 2 months, I realized the value of walking and couldn’t take my eyes off people’s foot movements.
Even though the pain I have never been a “drama queen” even though I lost weight or felt trapped in a room. I mean, no matter how bad things happen to me, I’m still lucky! Nevertheless, above all, I would never want my 17 years old, which I was eagerly waiting for, to pass like this. You cannot imagine how much I realize the value of walking but, my right foot was never like the left one again …
