When police and fire arrived, I remember the truck that hit me being moved. It had hit me so hard that it not only crushed the back of my car, but it came to rest on my driver’s side, so my door was blocked. I also remember the personnel on site asking the driver of the truck I was pushed into to try and move. My car was completely mangled within that truck, though, and every time it tried to move, my car moved, too, and it caused a lot of pain.
At some point, and my memories are a bit unclear, a paramedic told me to close my eyes and look to my left. He busted in the passenger side window, and climbed in next to me. He asked me if I had been wearing my seatbelt, and put a neck brace on me. I told him I had children at home waiting for me, and he needed to get me out safely. He didn’t respond, and I know I yelled at him to make sure he heard me. (I later sent brownies, cookies, and thank you cards to all of the first responders, and hospital staff, as well as an apology for anyone I growled at. I also sent a thank you to the woman who called my husband for me!)
I’m unsure if the jaws of life were used on my car, but eventually, my car door opened, and I was pulled out. I was on a stretcher, and I remember asking the paramedics not to drop me. Because I couldn’t feel them, only the stretcher, I thought for sure I was going to fall. And, kid you not, I remember thinking how grateful I was that I was at my goal weight, and that I had shaved that morning! Ha!
The ambulance ride was incredibly bumpy, and with every bump I became more and more aware of how much pain I was in. Upon arriving at the hospital, there were no rooms. There were so many accidents from the fog that I ended up waiting in the hallway. One of the paramedics or police officers (I can’t remember) waited with me, but I really don’t remember much. My eyes were closed almost the entire time, but I heard people talking with me, and about me, and I knew I was being taken for tests and x-rays, but I had no sense of time.
At some point, I ended up in a recovery room. Doctors were in and out. I was told I didn’t need surgery to remove my spleen, after all, but I had no memory of being told I did need surgery! It was frightening to be there, alone, knowing that a significant amount of time had passed, without really having any idea what was going on.
The person who hit me was in the room next to me. He was a 17 year old kid who had just gotten his license. Thankfully, he literally walked away with just a broken nose. I remember, very distinctly, his parents yelling at him (what seemed like yelling), and me lying there next door thinking, “just be grateful he’s alive.”
While in this recovery room, I had a chance to talk to my husband. He had talked with his mom, and my mom, and of course our family friend, and my beautiful children, and I was able to let him know I would be alright. At some point, I was moved to my own room. I was on a lot of medicine, but I was alert, and I was so thankful to be able to call my mom and dad, and talk with my husband, again.
I bruised a majority of my left side ribs, chipped my right hip bone from the seat belt, and damaged my left shoulder, left part of my neck, and had pinched nerves. I will most likely have pain for the rest of my life from this accident, but I survived.
I’ve always said I live a blessed life. And, when I viewed the car for the final time, the only things not directly damaged were my driver’s seat and the angel hanging from my rear view mirror.
This is the final post in this blog series. This true story is categorized under “It Ain’t Fiction” where you may read all of the posts in this series.