Hackneyed stereotyped conventional ignorance about amputation

[Ranitak at aol.com]

i did not have a choice.  in the matter of a split second some idiot came 
along and hit me with his car.  oops sorry?  what? where was my choice?  i 
was on the road here, and my legs were over there.  i saw it, i was coherent, 
i knew  then, immediately, that my life had changed..
how did i feel? hmm i signed the consent for surgery. spent a week in icu, 
with much demerol.  oh yeah, they did reattache my bk,, and a day later 
removed it... i again, signed the consent.. grieve?  hmmm somewhere in the 
middle of the night i remember a nurse coming in my room, in icu, and crying 
with me...
and that was it,, after that i had no choice but to accept and get on..
i also remember people coming in icu to see me,,, tubes in every orifice... 
someone gave me a pad and pen.. ya' know what i wrote???
hey guys!  i'm gonna be taller!!!! (i only stood 4'8"  at 23 yrs old)...
that's when everyone knew i was the same person, and i was gonna be ok...
no time to dwell on it...
:)
anita


In a message dated 2/2/2000 8:59:42 PM Eastern Standard Time, 
skutchey08 at yahoo.com writes:

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 At least some of you got to make that choice. How
 would you feel if it was made for you?
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