MOST FUCKED UP NITE/DAY OF MY LIFE
It would seem that my anxiety attack the other nite was justified.
I got pulled over with beer on my breath last nite in Clarkston, barely blew over the legal limit, and had to spend the nite in the oakland county jail because cops are dicks.
On the way home this morning (finally) Amelia and i witnessed a horrific car crash. A lady in an envoy went flying off of I 75 tumbling and rolling and bouncing like something out of a movie right in front of us. We stopped and i almost got hit running across the highway while dialing 911 trying to see if the driver was okay. The car ended up on the passenger side in like a swampy area about 50 feet from the road, with the engine still running (and reving and smoking). Amelia didn't want me to go near it, but the 911 lady was telling me i had to establish contact with the driver.
The windows were smashed and there was blood everywhere. The lady must not have been wearing her seatbelt because she was fucking mangled and it looked like her head had hit the front window over on the passenger side. The lady on 911 was telling me the questions to ask her (what is your name? are you hurt? where? etc) but i had to move some glass just to be able to talk to her.
My arms and hands are a bit cut up from it, and her blood was everywhere (including on me a bit) so i'm thinking i might want to go get some tests done just to be safe. The lady was drifting in and out of consciousness, and couldn't really answer any of my questions. The 911 lady was telling me to keep her awake, but i felt bad, because she was screaming and moaning the whole time she was awake. Its been a good 8 hours now, and i'm still kinda freaked out about it. That is the most blood i've ever seen. Period.
I have no idea what i was feeling at the time, i was just doing. By the time the cops showed up, amelia was up by the road to flag them down. I think i would've vomited if i'd have had time to really realize what was happening and how involved i was in it.
Long story short, MOST FUCKED UP DAY EVER.
I'm not leaving town for quite awhile, and i'm not drinking for quite awhile.
I got pulled over with beer on my breath last nite in Clarkston, barely blew over the legal limit, and had to spend the nite in the oakland county jail because cops are dicks.
On the way home this morning (finally) Amelia and i witnessed a horrific car crash. A lady in an envoy went flying off of I 75 tumbling and rolling and bouncing like something out of a movie right in front of us. We stopped and i almost got hit running across the highway while dialing 911 trying to see if the driver was okay. The car ended up on the passenger side in like a swampy area about 50 feet from the road, with the engine still running (and reving and smoking). Amelia didn't want me to go near it, but the 911 lady was telling me i had to establish contact with the driver.
The windows were smashed and there was blood everywhere. The lady must not have been wearing her seatbelt because she was fucking mangled and it looked like her head had hit the front window over on the passenger side. The lady on 911 was telling me the questions to ask her (what is your name? are you hurt? where? etc) but i had to move some glass just to be able to talk to her.
My arms and hands are a bit cut up from it, and her blood was everywhere (including on me a bit) so i'm thinking i might want to go get some tests done just to be safe. The lady was drifting in and out of consciousness, and couldn't really answer any of my questions. The 911 lady was telling me to keep her awake, but i felt bad, because she was screaming and moaning the whole time she was awake. Its been a good 8 hours now, and i'm still kinda freaked out about it. That is the most blood i've ever seen. Period.
I have no idea what i was feeling at the time, i was just doing. By the time the cops showed up, amelia was up by the road to flag them down. I think i would've vomited if i'd have had time to really realize what was happening and how involved i was in it.
Long story short, MOST FUCKED UP DAY EVER.
I'm not leaving town for quite awhile, and i'm not drinking for quite awhile.