A Changed Life
Waking up on the hospital, I felt so groggy and didn't know where I was at first. It only took me a few minutes however to realize that my beautiful legs had been reduced to two very short above knee stumps.
Although I could move them, they were quite useless. I knew my days as a police officer were over. I had worked so very hard to tone my body and make it through the police academy as the top recruit in my class. Now, a thick scar ran across the end of each stump that was sutured closed by multiple surgical staples.
Hospital life was pretty much a blur to me as doctors and nurses whizzed in and out every day, prodding and poking, evaluating, and studying. The reality rang true in my mind when the doctors told me that prosthetics would never be an option for me and that I would be confined to a wheelchair for the rest of my life. It could be worse I guess.
Regaining my life was so very hard for a long time, as I learned how to function again I mostly wondered if I would ever be loved or desired again. When I was still whole, my last relationship had ended with a huge fight. Now my legs were gone and I wondered if I truly was as useless as he had tried to convince me.
The irony of seeing each other in the hospital after all those years since high school. You had been my first boyfriend, whom I never should have left. But my parents insisted that I go to college and it was so far away from you. You too were now visiting the hospital for a leg issue which ended up being a slightly sprained ankle from a game of football. You seemed so concerned for me after seeing my broken new body. You didn't look away as I detailed my injuries to you. As I talked to you, you looked deeply into my eyes, letting me know that you truly cared about me. You were so sweet and I could feel myself falling for you all over again.
