Please read my biography first of all.
Three and a half years.
By Loony123tunes
I was leaving work on Friday night and Dave called out to me. Don't be late, I am going to beat you tonight.
I called back," I will give twenty starts, and I will still win the game of snooker."
Dave went off laughing and calling out from his car," Tenner on it then."
"Make it twenty I will still win," I said.
Yes, I was a betting man but only on certainties. I got in my car and headed home. To Jill, my wife, she always went out with the girls on Friday nights. (I am not going to describe my wife. I will let you make up your mind about what she looks like as for me she is my cup of tea.) I went to the club and played snooker. My name is Tom Jones (NO not the singer). I work in engineering and for three months, I was on the management ladder. I lived only ten miles from work and the weather was clear. I was coming up to a crossroads junction and the lights changed to green. So, I was able to drive through. Seconds later I was hit by a car jumping the lights. He or she was going through red.
I woke up in the hospital and there was a nurse in the room.
"Nurse what am I doing here I have to get home," I said.
"Lie still, I will go and get the doctor," she said.
I did as I was told and in came the doctor.
"Mr. Jones, I have to examine you please stay where you are," he said.
"Doctor, why am I in here," I said.
"Mr. Jones, let me examine you and I will answer your questions," he said.
He was prodding me all over asking," Does this hurt."
He prodded me and prodded me and asked me," Does this hurt?
"No," I kept on saying to him.
The next thing two policemen walked in the room.
"Doctor, as anyone said anything to Mr. Jones," one of the officers said.
"No, can you wait until I have finished my examination of Mr. Jones?" The doctor said.
The two officers sat down and waited. The doctor had finished saying to me, "Mr. Jones please just lie there. I will be back after the police have spoken with you."
I did as I was told.
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"Mr Jones, can you tell us about the accident?" one of the officers said.
I looked at him wondering what the hell he was talking about.
"Sir, can you remember?" one of the officers said.
"Officers, could you help me out," I said.
"Mr Jones, you were in a car accident on your way home from work on Friday night. You were going through the green. And a car hit you," one of the officers said.
"Yes, I remember now. I was within the speed limit," I said.
"Mr. Jones, is there anything you can tell us? The officers said.
"Sorry no but how is the other driver?"
"The other driver died at the crash site," one of the officers said.
Just at that moment, my wife stormed in.
Calling out," My darling you have come back to me at last it's been so long the last three and a half years."
"Mrs. Jones, we are talking to your husband about the car crash," the officers said.
"Officer, I don't know what happened."
With that, the police left.
Jill held me and kissed me then she said," Thank God you have come back to me."
And she kissed me again.
Jill, when you came in you said," You have come back to me at last it's been so long the last three and a half years. What did you mean?"
She stopped dead.
"Tom as nobody told you yet?"
"Jill told me what?"
The doctor walked in the room and Jill was sobbing.
"Mrs. Jones, have you told him? The doctor said,
She had her hands on her face shaking her head saying," I thought you had told him."
"Doctor what's going on."
"Mr. Jones, you have been in a coma for the last three and a half years."
"I've been here all that time and lost three and a half years of my life."
Jill was sobbing even harder.
"Tom, you are alive, that's all that counts," Jill said.
The doctor said," You are going to be here for at least six more weeks. We have to do tests on you and get you to walk."
Jill threw her arms around me and kissed me saying get well soon. We talked and talked. I wanted to know if she was all right. It was time for Jill to go. I needed to rest. Looking around the room, I saw a photograph of Jill at the side of my bed.
My nurse came in telling Jill to go home. The following day the tests started. Test after test. They were never-ending. My day nurse had the job of getting me out of bed. My feet touched the floor. I could not feel the floor. My nurse helped me stand up, and I fell back on the bed. We did that over and over until I was standing. My nurse was called Beth. At the end of the first day, I had found my feet. Jill had rung where I worked to tell my mates that I was out of the coma. They told Jill we would be there tomorrow.
The following day at the side of my bed was a wheelchair. I was going downstairs to the exercise room. Beth had me out of bed by ten am. Wheeling me down. The room was big. Looking round I saw a framework with hand bars on. Then a sloping walking frame and a set of steps.
Beth left me "See you for your lunch," she said.
This big, strapping male nurse said," We are going to get you on your feet, and I mean walking."
He wheeled me over to the framework with hand bars on.
"Sorry Mr. Jones my name is John and we will be working together from now on."
John helped me to my feet, and I held the hand bars.
"By the end of today, you will be getting to the end of this twelve-foot walking frame," John said.
I looked at him then at the framework and back to him.
"I can't move," I said.
"Don't worry we have plenty of time," John said.
"Mr. Jones, tell me what you are interested in every time you put one foot forward."
I had managed to do twenty moves and I was knackered.
Beth walked in saying "It's time for your lunch."
John and Beth helped me to the wheelchair, and Beth took me back to my room for lunch.
Lunch was over and Beth wheeled me back down and back on the framework until dinner. Beth picked me up and I had my dinner and I fell asleep. I woke up and Jill was there. She told me that Dave and someone else were coming to see me tomorrow. That would be Tuesday night.
"I will let you talk with your mates alone," Jill said.
The following day I was back with John. I had my dinner and nodded off. Beth woke me up and left the door open. I heard two voices outside my room.
And this is what the other man was saying.
"I feel sorry for Tom. He has no idea what his wife has been doing for the last three and a half years," the other man said.
"What, do you mean? Dave said.
"Don't tell me you don't know," the other man said.
"Go on then tell me," Dave said.
"Well, she a been fucking her boss, and he is married with three kids. Tom's wife has had two kids with her boss in the years he has been in a coma. And the kids are in a home and she will not foster them out," the other man said.
"Tom will kill the bastard that's for sure," Dave said.
"And that's not all," the other man said.
"Why what else is there," Dave said.
"She is a nude pole dancer at the Big King Club," the other man said.
"Big king club that's a knocking shop. Tom will kill her for sure," Dave said.
"Well, what else do you know? Dave said.
"She fucks her boss Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays she's a tramp," the other man said.
"Don't say a word to Tom, just forget about it," Dave said.
Beth came back and said to them," You can go in now."
Dave and the other man came in and Dave said," This is Phil."
We chatted away, and I kept on looking over at the photograph of Jill. Dave and Phil had no idea what was going on in my head. They left, and tears ran down my face.
Back on the framework Jill came and kissed me. Saying to me, "Fred our neighbour is coming tomorrow night. I will let you two have a good man-to-man chat on Thursday night."
That was when I put two and two together. Friday and Saturday back on the framework. This time my steps increased. I forced myself as hard as I could.
Saturday Jill was late. I knew the reason why. I looked at her hate in me, but I had no proof! Thinking to myself wait till I get out of here.
I asked Beth for the phone book. She gave it to me. She left me with it, and I phoned a PD. I asked him if he could come and see me this afternoon.
He was here in thirty minutes. I gave him the photo of Jill, and I told him I wanted to know who she was seeing with photos and recordings.
"How much will it cost me?" I said to my PD.
He said, "A grand."
That night Jill came and she said to me, "Where's my photo gone?"
It must have fallen in the bin," I said.