remember, on monday, when i said that it was gonna be a fabulous week? that i could feel it?
yeah, um…i was wrong.
i think monday was nice to me because it knew wednesday was about to be a bitch.
wednesday morning started out as it usually does. i got ready for work while taylor dressed himself, brushed his teeth, and finished his wednesday chores. at 7:15, i knew we were already running late, but i wasn’t worried because i had planned to make a stop at mickey d’s [for a few of my coworkers.] at 7:20, i couldn’t find my car keys anywhere in the house…we looked up and down and all around…nada. so i grabbed a spare key and we headed out. i looked at the clock as we pulled out of the driveway. 7:29. usually i am pulling into work by now.
i drop taylor off at school, wish him a good day, tell him i love him, and head to work.
not even a mile from his school, i’m turning left through an intersection and BAM! another car slams into me.
the impact was so hard, my airbags deployed. it all happened so fast and it was so surreal. in a matter of seconds, my thoughts went from…omg, i’ve been hit! to…i’m okay. i have all my limbs, nothing feels broken, my face is okay, no glass has shattered, and i’m alive. then i screamed. it was fucking scary. at that point, i felt that i had to get out of the car…and quickly. what if it blew up? i know nothing about cars, but i just wanted out. i scrambled over the center console and pitched myself out of the passenger side. i stood in the middle of the intersection in hysterics, shaking like a leaf. my whole body was convulsing.
a woman had gotten out of her car and was telling me that she called 911, that help was coming. all of a sudden, several people were surrounding me, offering soothing words and accident related advice. “are you okay?” “honey, you need to sit down.” “this was not your fault, i saw the whole thing. that kid was driving too fast and recklessly.” “if anyone asks, you are not okay…don’t tell them that you’re okay!”
at that moment, i tuned everyone out. i was sitting in my passenger seat, looking around. the radio was still on. bon jovi was belting out the words, “it’s my life, it’s now or never. i ain’t gonna live forever…” really!? ironic? i turned it off. then i realized that both of my arms were burning, like i had burnt myself with a curling iron, only worse. i looked down and saw little cuts and bright red burns on my hands and arms. i was still crying, but less hysterical.
the emts showed up and started asking questions. a fire truck and several cop cars showed up to make reports and take statements. there was a lot going on. the emt walked me to the curb very slowly. he sat me down and began to ask questions, take my blood pressure, etc.
i gotta tell ya…the emt was adorable. young, but adorable. at one point, as he was asking questions, he got a little too close to my face. i thought to myself, geez…what if my breath stinks?
…i just got in a pretty scary accident and i’m worried about my breath…typical me.
the rest of the day went by pretty slowly. i was in the hospital most of the am…xrays, getting checked out and what not. once i was released, i headed home and spent the day and evening on the couch.
my dad and stepmom came up to help, as i had a splint on my right hand and was rendered pretty useless. the er doctor refered me to an orthopedic surgeon to get a second opinion. yesterday, he told me that i had no fractures, just muscle damage and bruising.
my neck and back have been pretty sore, but other than that, i’m recovering just fine.
i am beyond thankful and fortunate to have so many loving and caring people in my life. several coworkers offered to bring food, to pick me up, etc…friends sent get well emails and texts…i feel so incredibly loved.
but of course i thought about the what if’s and the why’s…
what if i hadn’t been late? why did this happen to me? is there a reason? is the reason for me or for someone else? maybe i’ll never know or maybe it’ll all make sense at a later time. and thank god taylor wasn’t in the car. thank god for that.
my stepmom mentioned that maybe i need to slow down. i’m always here there and everywhere. work, taylor, errands, the shop, the blog, etc. we’re all busy, i know that. but maybe i need to decide what’s important to ME and focus on those things. or maybe i was just due for an accident. maybe there’s nothing else to it than bad luck and bad timing. maybe i was too cocky about monday being great and my week being awesome so the universe had to knock me down a few pegs.
any way you put it, i’m okay. that’s all that matters.
my car on the other hand…
i don’t know that i’ll be blogging/commenting much in the coming days…please know that i still read your posts and think you’re all great.
have a safe weekend.