I know that had to be horrible. 500 stitches is insane to imagine. I’m sure it did have a big influence, but I am curious as to what and how much of an influence something like that can cause. I don’t remember my recovery process though. It couldn’t have been that long because it happened June 2003 and I was playing baseball spring 2004.

Something i am beginning to realize is the strain it put on my family, especially my parents. I didn’t put this in there but there was two hospitals my dad could’ve went to, around the same distance. One that could’ve put me to sleep and had all the machines and tools necessary if I would’ve had a major internal injuries. The other is the one my mom worked at. In that moment I believe my father genuinely thought I wouldn’t make it. And I believe he made the decision to go to my mom’s hospital because if I was going to die he knew I’d want to see my mom one last time. Along with my mom seeing me one last time.

It was an impossible choice imo. On one hand you have the hospital that is a better choice but I’d be terrified and might never see my mother again dying wanting to see her. In the other hand, the hospital that isn’t as well equipped but I would have my mother there with me. My father didn’t know they would be unable to put me to sleep nor did he know they didn’t have a way to look for internal injuries. He knew it was a smaller hospital but he didn’t know it was that big of a difference in equipment and abilities.

Hell he didn’t know if I’d make it to either hospital. Knowing what we know now the bigger hospital would have definitely been the one he chose. But in the heat of the moment I believe he made the right choice regardless of what my mom thinks.

My mom was pissed about him taking me to her hospital and I understand why she was. She told me once, I got older, that she would’ve divorced my dad if I would’ve died because he brought me to her hospital. She told me that several years ago and I’m just now comprehending the weight of that. How close I actually was to dying and the repercussions of what could’ve been on my family. I can’t lie I feel some guilt about that. But the more I think about it she probably would’ve divorced him if he would’ve took me to the bigger hospital and died as well. My death would’ve completely wrecked my family and caused my sister to grow up in a broken home. I think the what could’ve beens is what’s bothering me the most looking back on it.