Help Meg Heal… with less stress on her Brain

Hey Y'all! It’s Meg here. Hope you all are doing well. I just wanna start by saying THANK YOU! Thank you for taking the time to read this. THANK YOU to those of you who have already come to visit. Thank you to everyone who has been helping me out with my kids and thank you to those of y'all who helped pack up my house and get everything to storage.

It’s hard for me to even write this… as I don’t like nor do I ever really ask for help. However… this Saturday will mark 4 weeks of me being in the hospital and there isn’t really an end in sight yet.

Around the 14th of September, I was in an accident. I was hit by a car and the people took off and have yet to be found. My skull is fractured, there’s a brain bleed, and a knot the size of a softball on top of my head. While I was at Gulf Coast Hospital, my head started to feel worse and there is now a staph infection that’s created a 2-inch tunnel inside my head and it's now headed towards my brain. I'm now receiving antibiotics through an IV on top of all the medications they are giving me.

I've been transferred from Gulf Coast Hospital and am now back at Lee Memorial at the inpatient rehabilitation center. They have me doing physical therapy twice a day so I can learn how to walk again on my own. They also have me in occupational therapy so I can learn how to do everyday things like shower on my own. This whole experience has been a roller coaster. Learning how to do basic stuff again at this age is mind-blowing. When I left my house to go to work almost 4 weeks ago, I never imagined that I would never come back home, or that I wouldn't even have a home anymore after that day.

Because of the severity of the brain injury, I’m no longer allowed to live on my own for a couple of months nor am I allowed to drive my car.

Which is pretty much why I am reaching out for help….

This Saturday will mark 4 weeks in the hospital and as of right now the anticipated discharge date isn’t even known. I’ve already lost my home. There's no way I would be able to go up and down the stairs there to get to my room or a bathroom. Last week, Lexa and her boyfriend Max spent the whole week packing up my house. My whole life and everything I own is now in a storage unit. I’m currently still in the hospital and obviously not able to work so I could no longer pay the rent. On top of that… I can’t pay my phone bill, car payment, credit cards; the list goes on. Unfortunately, the bills keep coming in even when you can't do anything. The scary part is not knowing if and when I'll even be able to go back to work. I apologize if my spelling and grammar in this are awful... however, it seems that instead of turning 30 AGAIN on the 17th, I'm turning 4. Thank you for your time.

Meg