Well if you wanted honesty, that's all you had to say
Well.
Yesterday was pretty normal. I went to work. Heather visited. Kristen visited. My coworkers and I fooled around most of the day. I was tired as hell by 2:00 and was simply overjoyed to FINALLY get out of there after over eight hours.
So I drove out. Sat at the light waiting to turn left onto Plainfield. The light turned green, and the two cars in front of me turned left. I pulled out into the intersection to follow them.
I only had time to turn myself away from the door when a car barreled right through the red light and smashed into my car.
After that it was just panic. I'm trying to get out of my car, but the door is crushed shut. People are running up to me and telling me not to move. I'm shaking so much I can barely climb out the other side. Two men help me out, another is on his phone. I hear sirens. Police, firemen, an ambulance. They take me into the ambulance and my pulse is over 125 and my blood pressure is nearing 145/80. Mmm... oxygen.
By the time I am a little calmer they're asking if I need to go to the hospital. I decline their offer.
I end up sitting in the police cruiser until he takes me home. It lasted about 2 hours total.
All-in-all, I was fucking lucky. Sure, my car's gone to shit. The front left wheel is off, the door is smashed shut and the front bumper and lights are in pieces. They had to tow it away because it couldn't be driven. On the brighter-side, I'm sore all over and have a headache and some bruises, but I could've died. So hey, I was lucky.
Anyway, it definitely made me have one of those moments. In the two seconds between when I spotted the car and it hit me, time did go slowly. I guess the main question I asked was, "Is this it?" It really made me realize I have so much more I want to do in my life before it's over.
In the end, he got cited for the accident, was given a ticket for running the light, and his insurance company has to cover it all. Still, it all feels a little unfair. You can drive defensively all you want, but when a man drives right through a solid red light, how can you possibly expect it?
Ah well. I'm alive and, though in pain, I'm well.
Yesterday was pretty normal. I went to work. Heather visited. Kristen visited. My coworkers and I fooled around most of the day. I was tired as hell by 2:00 and was simply overjoyed to FINALLY get out of there after over eight hours.
So I drove out. Sat at the light waiting to turn left onto Plainfield. The light turned green, and the two cars in front of me turned left. I pulled out into the intersection to follow them.
I only had time to turn myself away from the door when a car barreled right through the red light and smashed into my car.
After that it was just panic. I'm trying to get out of my car, but the door is crushed shut. People are running up to me and telling me not to move. I'm shaking so much I can barely climb out the other side. Two men help me out, another is on his phone. I hear sirens. Police, firemen, an ambulance. They take me into the ambulance and my pulse is over 125 and my blood pressure is nearing 145/80. Mmm... oxygen.
By the time I am a little calmer they're asking if I need to go to the hospital. I decline their offer.
I end up sitting in the police cruiser until he takes me home. It lasted about 2 hours total.
All-in-all, I was fucking lucky. Sure, my car's gone to shit. The front left wheel is off, the door is smashed shut and the front bumper and lights are in pieces. They had to tow it away because it couldn't be driven. On the brighter-side, I'm sore all over and have a headache and some bruises, but I could've died. So hey, I was lucky.
Anyway, it definitely made me have one of those moments. In the two seconds between when I spotted the car and it hit me, time did go slowly. I guess the main question I asked was, "Is this it?" It really made me realize I have so much more I want to do in my life before it's over.
In the end, he got cited for the accident, was given a ticket for running the light, and his insurance company has to cover it all. Still, it all feels a little unfair. You can drive defensively all you want, but when a man drives right through a solid red light, how can you possibly expect it?
Ah well. I'm alive and, though in pain, I'm well.