Everything changes in the blink of an eye…
You get a great job with excellent benefits making more than you’ve ever made before. You are excited, enthralled even at this turn in your life. It is repetitive work but thats part of the appeal at this point. Because in reality, you have epilepsy and know after a bad seizure your memory gets screwy and can mess with work of any kind. Although, learning repetition , you can rely on muscle memory to finish a task your body is used to handling. There seems to be hope! Although, as always, a bad seizure wrecks your world out of nowhere. In the blink of an eye it all changes. Just standing there, making your bed, a wave washes over you and you black out before you even know if you sat down. The first thing to catch you as you convulse is the bedside table. You bust up your face and hit your clavicle bone. As you clean up the blood, it ends up being inevitable to go to the emergency room this time as the pain is unbearable. You fractured your clavicle and if that pain wasn’t enough, you’re having insane migraines from hitting your head. As the blood drains, you get raccoon eyes. This takes time. You manage to go back to work and are excited and amazed they didn’t fire you. People just give you odd looks as they see your bruised and swollen face. A smile is managed because you feel joy and relief inside. Yes, you have to relearn everything but they are giving you a chance! Until the bruises fade away that is. Then you try to walk into work one day and can’t get in. Security says didn’t they tell you? They were supposed to call you. After your boss confirms you no longer work there, you look at the cupcakes you had brought for your team and push them over with the request to give them out because its your birthday. With tears in your eyes, you leave the building with an empty feeling in the pit of your stomach.
You have an hour drive to work everyday but its in beautiful Tennessee and you feel blessed to get to see the sunrise and sunset every single day! In the blink of an eye, it all changes. That one morning you happened to get a text about a bad wreck on the interstate. Trying to avoid it, you wait and leave a little later than normal. Only because of this one detail you end up only on the highway going 55 instead of the interstate going 80. You black out while driving and crash. Luckily, you swerve to the right instead of the left. Luckily, its one of the rare fields along this road. The field slows you down before hitting a metal barricade head on. Although, your airbag did deploy, it also shrank before the collision. Hitting your head on the steering wheel leaves you with a massive hematoma and your chin in busted open so deep the bleeding doesn’t want to stop. A concussion is obvious to any who know what to look for. It is more obvious when you don’t even realize you broke your back until after your in the emergency room. This leads to a year of physical therapy. If at any moment, any little variant had been different, it could’ve been so much worse. For days, you go over every little detail of the what if’s. Although the only way you have any memories is because you wrote things down each day. Amnesia from the wreck won’t let you remember naturally. Life just changes in the blink of an eye.
You have a good friend whom you met while working in the EMS field. He is a sarcastic wit, who also shares your love of photography. You invite him to join a photography group and you become better friends. He asks for your opinion and you both talk about business opportunities. Things come up as they always do in life and you put off that phone call and that sit down chance to discuss things. Then one day you get a call from another person in EMS. Your friend who was only in his 40’s died in his sleep. ‘Natural Causes’, they say. In shock you wonder what is ‘natural’ about dying in your sleep in your 40’s? You look at his last photo posted, his last Facebook post (which declared his New Years resolution was to remain the same sarcastic a**hole he has always been, which makes you smile). In the blink of an eye, a friend is gone. Dead. This is when it just eats at you thinking how any moment can be our last. It is a scary reality. We never want to take anything for granted.
“The story of life is quicker than the blink of an eye, the story of love is hello, goodbye.” Jimi Hendrix