| That's what we'll call it...a wreck. Wednesday night I was driving down Walnut, towards Rogers. I was at the light by the 540 on ramp to Fayetteville when someone tried to beat me, and the light, by turning in front of me. She didn't make it to the on-ramp, my car was too busy getting in the way. It was thrown about 40 yards from the site impact, and the left front side looks like it doesn't even exist anymore. haha. Really...I've got pictures waiting down below...
All I remember is thinking "oh crap, headlights" and then waking up with some strange man holding my hand, making sure I was in my right mind. He waited with me until the ambulances arrived, as well as another woman. They kept asking me all these questions like "What's your name?" "Where were you headed?" "Do you work?" blah blah...just keepin' me talking. Anyhow, they were very sweet, and both had very calming voices. I will be sure and thank them...probably today in fact, I'll give them a call.
Anyhow, I woke up, both airbags had deployed, my driver's door was rippled, window missing. The petals of my car were actually up IN the car by this point...my feet and them went to war, I'm pretty sure they won. My windshield was shattered, and even one of my backseats was jarred to the front seat. I wasn't really all that scared when it happened, I was just in pain. They kept asking me what hurt, and I kept telling them "just my right foot!" Ha-ha.
About the time it was ready to pull me out of the car, the paramedic that was talking to me informed me that they were going to have to use the "jaws-of-life" to get me out and that it would be very loud...which, it was. When they told me I was going up onto a body-board, I only asked one question "are you guys really strong?" He sounded confused, but polietly replied "yes, we are, don't worry, we've got you." To which I replied "good, 'cause I'm fat." It gave them all a good chuckle for sure, haha.
Once in the ambulance, they started cutting off my jeans, and well...they really WERE my favorite pair. : ( The humor continued when I picked up my chin and told them "I haven't shaved." There was more too...while on the ER table, being poked, proded, and asked all sorts of questions, they decided to ask "How do you feel?" I replied, "well, I would say I feel like I've been hit by a truck..." hahahaha. I made myself laugh with that one. They kept telling me that I was being brave, that at least I still had my sense of humor. The way I see it...my sense of humor was the only thing keeping me sane.
I have never felt more exposed in my life though. 10-11 strangers, all standing around, cutting my clothes off, drawing blood, giving me shots, asking for my SSN...haha. Really though, they had paperwork. I kept asking them to take a picture of my bone stickin' out...nobody wanted to. There will be pictures of my foot soon though!
Anyhow, I'll skip the re-setting surgery, the 2 pins, the catheter, and three nights in the hospital.
I have a broken ankle...about 30 staples there, a gash on my shin, about 8 more there, and a torn ACL they will have to do surgery on. The tendons in my foot are "shredded", nerves are stretched, and some sensation on the top of my foot has been lost forever. I will get one of the pins out in about 5 weeks. Other than that, I'm just purple, green, blue, and black all over.
I'm lucky guys. Scratch that, it has nothing to do with luck...I'm blessed. Apparently, I'm not finished here yet.
People kept asking if I was alright...of course I replied with a "yea, I'm still here aren't I?" I've gotta remain optimistic, it's the only way I will heal. Besides, I've got the best support team in the world backin' me. I love you all, and I'll see you soon, I'll be hobbling, but hey! I'll be gettin' out.
PICTURES:::(didn't think I'd forget, did ya?)
Just so you all know...all that trash under the seats, well it's from all sides of the car. It wasn't that messy. Promise.
Say goodbye to the car that never had a name...
My next one is going to be green!!! I hope.... |
