|Head Trauma: Science and Theology musings
||[Mar. 19th, 2009|01:14 pm]
Just yesterday, Natasha Richardson died of head trauma. I had no clue who she was til a couple of days ago, but was following the news more out of morbid curiosity. I am a victim of a stupid mistake, I never looked both ways when I ran across the street 9 yrs ago, Oct 26, 1999, 7:26 AM to be exact. Needless to say I never made the bus for which I risked my life. I woke up in the hospital for which I worked for and went "WTF, why the heck am I in intensive care?" It is only afterwards that my husband explained to me what happened, how I was brought in, bleeding from the mouth and ears, puking blood and being semi-conscious and incoherent, asking for my mother, then comatose for a couple days. I woke up just in time for the World Series game and was asked what was on TV. I must have answered correctly, because then Jeff knew I was OK. After about 1.5 weeks of physical therapy, numerous CT and MRI scans, lots of painkillers, I was sent home and really short of some balance problems that resolved within 3 months, I had no trace of the accident, which according to the doctors was quite severe. Far more severe than Ms. Richardson's fall on the bunny slope. I was hit by a small pickup truck, my head hit the pavement, resulting in several skull fractures, bleeding and swelling of the brain. A somewhat tragi-comic post script to this was that 1) I found a ticket from the city for jaywalking in my blood soaked backpack and had to pay $49 and 2) The driver of the truck had his insurance company contact me and ask for compensation of damage to his truck. Apparently my head put some dents into the truck. I passed it off to my insurance company.
So what gives. Is it luck or the biological makeup of a person, or God that spared me and did not save Ms. Richardson. I have a very difficult time believing in a higher being who would save people at random like that and frankly I don't want to be so lucky at the expense of others. Who knows, my number may be up soon. I am more inclined to say that I probably had a thicker skull, as many of my friends and relatives can attest to. It could be a whole series of physiological events where the road forked for me towards living and spiraled towards death for Ms. Richardson. I know that if I did not make it, Kari would not be here. After trying for many years to have kids, something must have been jolted enough allowing the pregnancy to proceed without any complications, 6 months after the head trauma. Again, I just cannot give God credit for that, because for every little kid what is born, so many are orphaned or die in freak accidents. So maybe what I am trying to say is that I belong to the school of theology called shit happens. There may be a God out there, but he or she is letting us live our lives without minute control from above. Some of us survive awful accidents and natural disasters and some dont. At the end we all bite it, so I guess the moral of the story is to make the most of life every day, because that day may be your last. OK lunch break is over and perhaps Famous Hat can a more coherent defense of the Supreme Being.
I dont know Natasha Richardson's family, but I have some idea of the pain that they went thru. My condolences are to them in this difficult time.