Crash

The main road leading to my house is a good stretch of road in the country that’s perfect for reflection. Driving home on Friday, I left the music off to enjoy the quietness of the country road. Then I lost control of my steering on a slick of ice. I gripped my wheel, I regained control and slammed into an Expedition driving in the opposing lane. I spun out and my car landed front first into a ditch. It was pitch black, my air bags all went off and I couldn’t see anything. My legs were stuck. It felt very deja vu. I started shrieking so loud I could hear my voice echoing off trees. I was screaming for help, I was screaming if the other people were hurt. A woman shouted that she was that driver and she was fine but her car wasn’t. I didn’t have it in me to be polite to her tone, I was convinced my legs were broken or even missing at this point. The only person who rushed over to help me was the man who lived across from where I had crashed. He yelled at me to calm down, asked me if I was fucked up because my car did smell like weed (I was sober) and then held my hand until the ambulance came. 

I sat in the ambulance in amazement that I wasn’t missing a limb or gushing blood. Everything hurt on my left side, but I miraculously wasn’t injured. I was still sobbing, trying to climb out to give insurance information to the other driver. The paramedics were young and baby faced. When a state trooper came in to talk to me, I felt a sense of relief to talk to someone who might be more helpful. I explained that I hit a slick of ice. He wrinkled his brows. I stood up to show him the ice, and explained how I thought I spun out and landed in the ditch.  He held the same stare. That’s when I went from being cared after to being treated like a second class citizen.

I won’t get into too many of the details, but I spent about 3 hours with this trooper doing the DUI tests, the “state of the art” drug evaluation test at the station, having my blood drawn at the hospital and finally being driven home and handed back my license. 

My car that I was trying to reverse out at the time? I viewed it the next day at the tow yard. It shook me up. There’s not a front half to the car. It’s fried. There was not much material between what was left of the car and my body. We drove by where the accident happened and there are multiple crosses where others have died. I wallow about it a bit, but have overall felt stronger. I can handle the bruises and bills. 

  1. charmingortedious said: Jesus Christ, I’m so glad you’re okay.
  2. samhumphries said: GLAD YOU ARE OK
  3. itsjanna said: So glad you made it out alright (and that you got your license back, too).
  4. fritopie said: Glad you’re ok.
  5. vela posted this