One of the things that I've always found interesting about my accident are the circumstances by which I survived. People would probably think if I had been driving my old car (a 2006 Ford Focus) I would have been better off, but I actually would've been killed. Probably sounds strange, but that's because when my car flipped over I was able to bend; an airbag would've pinned me upright/the older car (a 1987 Oldsmobile Custom Cruiser) was made of stronger materials (like steel instead of aluminum). Under slightly different circumstances, I think I might've crushed my skull.
You're probably looking at this with disbelief. You're probably looking at the outcome, at flop, and wondering how I got to post-stroke floppiness. It kinda sounds like I should've been fine. The really messed-up part is that I should have been okay, but someone got complacent and cut corners and basically let me have a stroke. Apparently someone did say something (one of the scans was fuzzy so they suggested taking another one) but it got ignored because some doctor got cocky.
One thing thing that's always gotten me is something my mother's been saying for basically my entire life: "Good enough" isn't. It INFURIATES me that "good enough" was "good enough" for Doctor what's-his-face (I know his name, I just don't know how to spell it). Even if he was punished for what happened, he still gets to keep walking around and somesuch. I don't necessarily wish ill will on him or whatever, but I certainly don't wish him well.
Anyway, I've accomplished more than they ever thought I would. I got off the ventilator when they said I wouldn't, went home when they said I wouldn't (after making it as hard as possible for my mother) and have lived longer than they thought I would (I think the original estimate was 23/24. I'm 26).
And I'm just getting started.