TUFF
so yeah, i was struck by a car and b/c my phone isn't exploding with concern (aside from julia, kat, jackie, and sammie - very very much appreciated) i'll go into detail here in the event that others do care, but their fingers are broken preventing them to call.
it was at the intersection entering BJ's. i was 3/4's into the road when the light turned green and the car came barreling down the road about to turn. i couldn't stop and just dodged another larger car from behind. the car struck my thigh, i flew into the air, landed on the hood, rounded onto the windshield until i fell off the car and slide on the ground - bags of recycling flying everywhere. i caught myself before my face hit the pavement.
flying through the air i am afforded a lengthy moment of clarity in which the only thoughts to mind were - 'oh shit. this is not happening.' everything was going in slow motion.
many argued with me that since the car was turning it slowed down. it did not fucking slow down. i specifically remember looking at it thinking 'why aren't you slowing down? you're about to turn. is that a cell phone?'
the car stops a few feet away. i launch up quickly picking everything in a panic trying to ditch the scene anton chigurh-style - arms dripping w/blood. i was suppose to meet my mom and sister to go grocery shopping and (apparently) NOTHING WAS GOING TO STOP ME.
the driver's trying to ask if i'm OK but i'm not paying him any attention, just stuffing my bags, trying to get away from there and continue my day shouting above him: 'i'm fine. i'm fine! i have to go!'. cars stopped around me, police and paramedics came, everyone was screaming into their cell phones. i don't know what pissed me off more: the attention, the fact that they wouldn't let me leave, or the middle aged women throwing first aid kits at me (all useless. i soaked them up in seconds).
i felt bad. looking around i thought about how people's day was interrupted by this. i thought about the people they were suppose to meet or errands they were running. then the thought of them having something out of the ordinary to yabber about at the dinner table angered me. the whole belief that there is no such thing as a self-less good deed - that they were getting off on their good samaritan selves - further pissed me off.
finally, i screamed at everyone - 'I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS!!! I'M FINE! I HAVE TO GO!'
it took 3 people to get me to sit down and stay still, all the while chatting 'you're going to be ok' while i responded 'this isn't necessary'.
it was at the intersection entering BJ's. i was 3/4's into the road when the light turned green and the car came barreling down the road about to turn. i couldn't stop and just dodged another larger car from behind. the car struck my thigh, i flew into the air, landed on the hood, rounded onto the windshield until i fell off the car and slide on the ground - bags of recycling flying everywhere. i caught myself before my face hit the pavement.
flying through the air i am afforded a lengthy moment of clarity in which the only thoughts to mind were - 'oh shit. this is not happening.' everything was going in slow motion.
many argued with me that since the car was turning it slowed down. it did not fucking slow down. i specifically remember looking at it thinking 'why aren't you slowing down? you're about to turn. is that a cell phone?'
the car stops a few feet away. i launch up quickly picking everything in a panic trying to ditch the scene anton chigurh-style - arms dripping w/blood. i was suppose to meet my mom and sister to go grocery shopping and (apparently) NOTHING WAS GOING TO STOP ME.
the driver's trying to ask if i'm OK but i'm not paying him any attention, just stuffing my bags, trying to get away from there and continue my day shouting above him: 'i'm fine. i'm fine! i have to go!'. cars stopped around me, police and paramedics came, everyone was screaming into their cell phones. i don't know what pissed me off more: the attention, the fact that they wouldn't let me leave, or the middle aged women throwing first aid kits at me (all useless. i soaked them up in seconds).
i felt bad. looking around i thought about how people's day was interrupted by this. i thought about the people they were suppose to meet or errands they were running. then the thought of them having something out of the ordinary to yabber about at the dinner table angered me. the whole belief that there is no such thing as a self-less good deed - that they were getting off on their good samaritan selves - further pissed me off.
finally, i screamed at everyone - 'I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS!!! I'M FINE! I HAVE TO GO!'
it took 3 people to get me to sit down and stay still, all the while chatting 'you're going to be ok' while i responded 'this isn't necessary'.