Four Months, Two Days

Four months and two days ago marked the most tragic event in my life, and I find it ironic that I cannot even remember that day. But the repercussions of that day make this calamity tragic. I sit here and wonder why this happened at a moment in my life when I felt absolutely stellar; I came home from vacation with a new outlook. However, my new outlook was smashed to little pieces. But sometimes, life throws curve balls, and life can be unfair.


I had this psychological testing done (a four hour test!) a few weeks ago, and I got the results back yesterday. On most things, I passed average or above average. The things I passed below average on were impulsivity, attention, and the ability of my left-hand. However, my left arm has a separated shoulder so I discount passing below average on that test. The test that tested my attention and impulsivity was a test where a letter popped up, and I had to press the space bar each time a letter came up; however, I couldn’t press the space bar each time an X popped up. That was the most frustrating and annoying test I took throughout the four hours.

Now that it’s been over four months, I often get frustrated that my parents won’t let me drive. I am beginning to drive with my mom in the car, so at least that’s a start. I hope with every ounce of my being that I will be driving again in December. It’s frustrating that I will no longer have an SUV (I’ve always driven an SUV) although we got money from insurance that’s enough to buy another car, but being allowed to drive is the only thing that matters right now. I have to remember that the money my mom got from the insurance probably went to all my medical bills. We got all the receipts today in the mail, so I was allowed to see just how much it cost my insurance and my parents.

My perseverance and patience are most definitely being tested. And I hope one day that it will pay off through all this mess that I am in.

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