My Medical... Story? I Guess

My story started with a horrible accident...

I was in the 5th grade, maybe 10-years-old. It was spring break at the time and my best friend lived down the street. We were riding our bikes up the street at a hill that had a pretty big slice through the front corner that made a wedge kinda shape big enough that we could play in.

It had rained pretty hard the night before, so everything was wet and muddy. We being kids didn't mind it so we got all dirty and you couldn't even see what color my shoes actually were. After a while we decided to go back to her house to clean up and then go swimming in her pool.

Where things went wrong happened on the way to her house. The road was still a little wet and a lot of dirt and mud had washed over parts of the road. With my shoes being so muddy I didn't have very good grip on my pedals. While riding down the street, I went through enough rocks to make my foot slip and my reaction was to squeeze the breaks and I went over the handle bars and I hit the ground face first and slid a little bit.

The result of that was a really bad concussion and my two front teeth being broken. The road tore up my face a little bit, down my nose and my lip. If I had been wearing a helmet, I would've broken my neck. Hitting the ground as hard as I did almost broke my nose.

I was rushed to the hospital after my friend went and told my dad what had happened. I woke up in the hospital to a doctor telling my mom that I had to have stitches on my nose and lip. I was really groggy and didn't remember falling. What I do remember was looking in the mirror in the hospital bathroom after getting my stitches. I could barely even tell that I was looking at myself.

Going through school looking the way I did was very rough. The other kids were cruel, wouldn't talk to me, and would constantly stare and laugh. Some days I would beg my mom to stay home. This isn't even the worst part of the accident. I started to get horrible migraines that would leave me dizzy and sick to my stomach. Naturally my mom made an appointment for me to go see the doctor and what he said and what it lead to is still causing me problems.

The doctor told me that I hit my head so hard that it caused a spasm, making my head hurt so bad. I was only in the 5th grade so I didn't really understand that what he said meant I have chronic migraines and would have to take pills to help with the pain for a while.

I remember taking every different kind of pain pill, hoping for the best. I never really got anywhere with that, but there was one certain pill that I was always taking—every morning my mom would give it to me. It was a blood pressure pill that was supposed to keep all my levels at a kind of "normal" state I suppose. I was taking this pill for almost ten years and as a result my blood pressure cannot stay stable on its own anymore. It's always very low and when I do go to the doctors for check ups, the nurses are shocked and rattled at how low it is and how I'm still awake.

I am 19-years-old and I am still looking for answers to my problems.