I was so grateful to see them later that night, and my sisters the next day, and the care I receive

Exactly a week ago I had a car accident - scary experience, and I'm lucky to be here. I was traveling from Cardiff to Aberystwyth on Tuesday d'customary, isetann when the accident happened on the outskirts of Lampeter.
It was a sunny day, have the days of wild weather, and I was on my way to ask the National Theatre Artistic Director, Arwel Gruffydd, in a special session at the National Library, as part of the celebrations of the fortieth anniversary of the Department of Theatre Film and Television Aberystwyth University - where I was a student more than a decade back.
There was no urgency in the world, and it was nice to see the best of Wales on a lovely autumn afternoon isetann remarkable. But after I passed Falcondale Hotel, Aberaeron direction, I lost control of the car on a sharp bend.
Sgrialais off the road through a thick hedge and trees, and hurled down a steep hillside. It wiped out the window in tatters and rushed the twigs of me heading for my neck and right arm. Everything came to a halt when it landed, finally, isetann in a barren field facing the main road. I started screaming when I realized how much blood was flowing from the neck, with no one around to hear me - and the door firmly shut.
His name was Rob, originally from Rhuddlan one - he was on holiday in the area when the accident happened in front of his eyes. As it strives to stop the bleeding two the open window, he explained that he wirfyddolwr with St John Ambulance in his spare time, and I advised her stay as still as we can IM me afraid to damage my back.
The pain was excruciating, and increased my mraw, in fear that reached the ambulance for a while. Rob was able stun me, and I fought to stay awake when questioned about his background and his work in Henllan.
Swept the time, and within minutes I heard the ambulance siren, and the paramedics came, Rob (another) and Chris, who spoke Welsh with me. Could not stress how nice it really did so at such alarming.
I was placed in a neck-brace, and the next thing I heard was more of the language among the firemen who came to break free of the car. When I asked at some point, which hospital I was likely to have me transported, or whether this Glangwilli Hospital Hospital, highlighted the answer hopelessness of the situation - it was not on his way to an air ambulance transported into the care of surgeons section Plastics at Morriston Hospital, Swansea. When Chris looked bind my wounds to lead my eyes to assure me that I'm right.
Having put me on a stretcher sound, I was carefully isetann removed through the back of the car to give me lying on the ground outside. The helicopter spun wings above my head, creating wind and loudly. Fofyn policeman came to me and brought some details of Jason and Gareth air ambulance to inject morphine into one of my veins my arm and transported into the small helicopter. isetann
Everyone worked great, full of humor and professionalism - I did not leave me on my own for a moment. Twenty isetann minutes left field Rock Pond farm near Lampeter team I was in charge of emergency Morriston Hospital.
I saw fictional ER trauma teams repeatedly over the years on various television series, but being part of the picture is a surreal experience and I had a totally different perspective on this extreme. Friendly Faces in my hand, works quickly under the weight of a crisis in front of them. Everyone in turn presented their names and function-Keis isetann of Iran, Rachel and Richard of Roses from Clydach, Pontardawe among them-explaining each step of the treatment over the next hours, and my family was contacted by Sister Karen 'll instantly.
I got my grip completely by the great emotions throughout my experience, and brought tears of gratitude to fill eyes incessantly. In order to experience the pure terror and loneliness overwhelming on the occasion of the accident itself, I had tremendous comfort from the presence of all.
So rushed through my head when the accident happened - the overriding feeling was absolute helplessness. My phone battery went flat over my lunch in Nantgaredig, so there was no way to communicate with anyone. There was no way of linking directly to the emergency services, than telling a bunch of Lib Gen could not be there the night either.
I felt ashamed as well for causing such a fuss - most of all, I was angry with myself. My parents are starting their cancer treatments this week, with Dad starts his course of chemotherapy and radiotherapy at Velindre Hospital him tomorrow, and I had promised to escort Mother specialist unit in Southampton on the same day, here The last thing they need is experiencing at such time.
I was so grateful to see them later that night, and my sisters the next day, and the care I received at Morriston without equal. I had a visit with the consultant Plastics division to explain that they would need to examine the nerve damage my face, my shoulder and neck, and the possibility of skin-graft on my arm.
Following surgery under anasthet