Trauma Utopia

I was involved in a car accident yesterday that ended up proving to be pretty bad. Apparently, a pregnant woman with possible neck injuries categorizes me as a Trauma 2 patient and i get the whole nine yards when it comes to being wheeled in to the trauma bay. Poked and prodded with needles, people yelling different questions to me, finger up the bum (yes. finger up the bum), CT scans, EKG, etc etc. Thank goodness they didn't cut the clothes off me like they usually do for trauma patients. These maternity clothes are too damn expensive for that. And as i lay there unable to move, the only thought that kept racing through my head was "Hot diddly dang! I'm glad I shaved my legs today!"

As I was laying on the stretcher i overheard a doctor making a phone call and referring to me as "Trauma Utopia." I had been renamed in the ER. Pretty dandy name, don't you think? According to Merriam Webster's Dictionary, utopia means:

1. an imaginary and indefinitely remote place


2. often capitalized : a place of ideal perfection especially in laws, government, and social conditions


3. an impractical scheme for social improvement

I take my new name to mean that I'm a person with a great imagination that is ideally perfect in every single way however has impractical schemes for self improvement in social situations. Fitting, me thinks.

Anyways, after 13 hours of being in the ER for observation, things seem fine. Baby is good, I'm good. I'm shaken up and have some soreness but otherwise I'm doing well. The doctors biggest concern was my hematocrit which was very low. I'm so lucky this accident wasn't worse because looking back it could have been infinitely worse.

If you want to hear more about the accident, drop me a line. and NO! I wasn't at fault. I mean, I'm TRAUMA UTOPIA for goodness sakes!