You might look at me and think I’m winking, or some might say that I look like I’ve got punched in the face. Some people approach me and ask if I’m okay and what happened. Most people don’t even notice. I want to go into detail about how I lost my eye.
When I was in my twenties I was living near Barrie Ontario in a little town called Cookstown. It was located near the highway and had an outlet mall just off highway 400 here in Canada.
For a time there I was struggling to figure out life and how to make a living. I had contacted a employment agency who hooked me up with a job to drive transport truck. At the time I had my AZ license and had a few years under my belt.
This Job lead me to Newmarket Ontario. I had signed up to work for Tandet Dedicated and was driving auto parts to Detroit and Grand Rapids Michigan. I absolutely loved this job and was working about 4 days a week while also getting paid by the week. I felt like I had made it in life and was about to settle into a job that was for life.
After about three months of work, I was on my way back from Grand Rapids Michigan. The trip is about 12 hours round trip give or take, depending on weather, traffic and how long I stop over to eat and get fuel.
I pulled into the yard at about 6 pm in the evening. I had lined the truck up to be unhooked from the trailer which was then to be placed back on the other side of the yard with the other trucks.
I pulled the air to the truck to activate the breaks. Made sure that the the break lights were on. I go out of the truck and wheeled down the dolly’s to the ground to lift the trailer hitch slightly. This causes the hitch to become loose.
Normally I’m able to reach under the trailer to grab the lever and pull so that the trailer releases from the truck. This time It wouldn’t budge. So I got back into the truck and tried rocking the truck front and back to get some leverage on the trailer unlocking.
Nothing I had tried worked. I was not strong enough to make that happen. I had recently bought a trailer pull to unlock the trailer without effort but this time my pull was missing. I had either left it in another truck or left it at my home. Previously I had found a piece of wood with a nail in it that allowed me to have the leverage to pull the pin. This time there was nothing on the ground except this bungee cord.
I decided to attach this bungee and thought it might give me the leverage I needed to pull the pin. What happened instead is the bungee’s cord hook bent and snapped back and hit me in the face. I saw it coming so I moved my head quickly to the right away from the cord to avoid being hit. My fast reaction was not fast enough. Although I turned my face the right direction, the coil of the cord hit me hard in the right eye bursting my eye.
At the time I did not know my eye was burst but there was blood dripping into my hand. I closed my eye and thought maybe I’d be okay in a few minutes if I just caught my breath. When I stood up I almost fainted. That’s when I knew something was wrong and I then ran to find some help
Not far away was a shop in the yard where mechanics worked on trucks. It was late in the evening and I wasn’t sure there would be anyone there. When I had arrived there were 2 men there with the garage door open. I don’t exactly remember what it is that I said to them but believe I mentioned calling 911. They had told me to sit down and wait, as I felt dizzy like I was going to collapse. I can only imagine the thoughts they had to go thru their heads as they saw the mess that I was in.
The ambulance finally arrived and I think I did pass out. I was slapped in the face to wake up, I was in a lot of pain. on the stretcher and into the ambulance. The ride felt like forever and every bump felt like agony. I was pissed off at the driver for going so fast and hitting every bump along the way
When I arrived at the hospital I remember the nurse trying to get me to do something for them but I was angry with the nurse because everything she did something It hurt. I told her off and stated that I wanted a new nurse, someone with compassion. The next nurse was far more gentle and would take bandages off with me as I said I was ready.
Because I was so angry and freaked out at the nurse providing uncompassionate care the Dr thought I might have had a concussion and decided that I needed to go to have a cat scan done. When I was in the MRI machine I puked all over the machine. They had cleaned it out once and decided to put me in again. Where I again puked because I felt nauseous.
I don’t remember anything beyond that, aside from meeting the Dr later and being in my room for recovery. The Dr. I’m talking about was an eye surgeon who attempted surgery to place my eye back into the best repair possible she could with all the swelling that was on my eye at the time. She did all she could to repair the eye so that I would have sight again. Unfortunately, that was not possible.
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