Guess who just got back from the hospital? I rolled my car three times, across three lanes of traffic and got out of my car and started yelling at the guy in the truck who cut across three lanes of traffic.
I should probably start at the beginning. I went this morning, to give a blood sample to check for Celiac disease. We’re trying to narrow down who has it, and where it came from. (if you are raising your eyebrows, look at the older posts concerning Gillian) I was headed down Route 22 towards home so I could pick up a Starbucks for Fae on my way home. I’m in the middle lane, and I heard a horn loudly in front and to my right. Next thing I know, there’s a huge delivery truck in front of me, halfway into the left lane. I swerved into the left lane, but it was too late. I clipped my right passenger back door into his front wheel, bounced off the curb in the left lane, and rolled three times across three lanes of traffic. How I didn’t get hit by another car, I am still not sure of.
Fae’s going to fill my prescrips and said she’d slide by to take a pic of the car. I’ll post it later.
So, what does this all mean?
Things smell a little better, hugs feel better, life is just a little more more sweet and precious.
Did my life flash before my eyes? No, and honestly I was a little disappointed by that. I guess it ended so quickly that I didn’t have time for it to start:) I just yelled at the top of my lungs, praying for it to end, praying to anyone/anything that would listen that I wouldn’t be killed. I kept thinking that something is going to pierce me, something fly out of nowhere and stab me or do something just as bad.
I mostly felt sad because I wanted to tell my wife I loved her, and tell my kids, and parents, relatives and friends as well. That, and that I appreciate and cherish everything she does for me.
Okay, the percoset is starting to kick in, I’m going to try to sleep for a while.
update: got some sleep, feeling a bit better. Muscles still sore and tight, but hopefully a good night’s sleep will make the ‘It’s going to be worse tomorrow’ that everyone talked about a little less hellish.
look at the back door, the panel is sheared off, that’s where he hit me and spun me around before I did all of my flips
most of the flipping – pretty sure this is where I landed more than once.
one of two panes of glass – that survived the whole thing.
still not sure how I walked away from this one.