Reply to Mayoman
I now have a very skeptical view regarding the supposed benefits of wearing a seatbelt at all times, for the following very compelling reason:
My colostomy was actually the direct result of a major MVA: when the driver of a 30 tonne gravel truck + trailer, coming in the opposite direction to my vehicle, slammed on his brakes to avoid running into a couple of cars that had stopped to make a right-hand turn not far ahead of his vehicle. This incident occurred in broad daylight on an almost straight stretch of road, so the subsequent police investigation found that it was totally attributable to his own negligent driving. The truck's brakes locked, and it skidded out of control across the centre line directly into the path of oncoming traffic — which consisted of my vehicle and a Landcruiser 4WD that had been following close behind me. The combined speed of this multiple collision (since my car was rear-ended as well as hit head-on) was well in excess of 90km/hour, since it occurred in a 70km/hour max speed zone, and I only had a few seconds of being able to apply my brakes before the impact.
So it was considered to be something of a 'miracle' (by other people, not by me) that I wasn't killed outright. Instead I somehow survived: trapped in my car, which itself was completely mangled and a total 'write-off', with a multitude of major injuries. It took almost 90 minutes before the emergency services and ambulance personnel were able to cut me out of the wreckage and begin resuscitation procedures. By that time I was unconscious due to massive internal hemorrhages caused by multiple internal injuries (including crushed lungs, a ruptured spleen and a 2.7cm rupture of my descending colon); and a total of 23 fractures: located in my cervical and lumbar spine, ribs, pelvis and right femur.
Shortly after arrival in hospital emergency surgery was performed for some of my internal injuries, which included: the removal of my spleen and almost my entire descending colon, the construction of a colostomy, and the stabilization of my neck fractures (which included the often fatal "Hangman's fracture of the C2 vertebra).
My recovery was complicated by severe peritonitis, due to the massive spillage of bowel contents; together with the damage to my lungs that was worsened by the development of acute bacterial pneumonia. After a week in intensive care — for most of that time I was fortunately maintained in an induced coma — I was considered to be capable of surviving a further session of surgery, and my shattered right femur was stabilized with metal plates and a multitude of screws. I then spent a further three and a half months in hospital. For most of that time I was unable to move due to intravenous lines in my neck or arms, plus oxygen tubes either down my throat or up my nose; but I was eventually hoisted out of bed for short sessions sitting in a chair, or later learning to use a wheelchair or walking frame. I can only describe these months as "hell on earth", both physically as well as psychologically.
The end result — several years down the track from this incident — is that I remain a cripple who is in pretty much constant pain from my spinal and leg injuries, as well as someone who has to live with a permanent colostomy. My life can only be described as highly unsatisfactory, since I am unable to enjoy so many of the activities that previously made my life worthwhile. In particular, I am no longer capable of working as a veterinarian, so what was once a successful and fulfilling career is now completely over.
The most important point I would like to make from this story is that all of these permanent injuries were directly caused by the seatbelt I was wearing at the time of the accident. It is my firmly held belief that I would have been far better off if I hadn't been wearing it, and had instead crashed though the windscreen for a quick and merciful death.
Not surprisingly I developed a severe case of PTSD after this accident: it required many months of psychological sessions before I could even contemplate getting behind the wheel of a car again. The only way I eventually managed to get the car moving was by practicing a procedure that might ensure that I would never have to go through the horrors of surviving another major MVA ever again: rapidly unbuckling the seatbelt and taking my foot off the brake pedal if it ever looked like a collision was once again inevitable.