Saturday night mayhem
Saturday morning I went out to breakfast with my girlfriend Rebecca. She was not very hungry, so we walked around for a bit. After she vetoed going to my favorite breakfast place, The Original Pancake House, she felt her familiar craving for nicotine, so we stopped at a gas station to buy a pack of cigarettes. We then decided to to to another favorite breakfast place, but when we got there it was closed. while we thought about other options we ran into one of my coworkers, whom we talked with for a bit. We then decided that if we could not go for good, we'd settle for cheap, and went to Dennys.
Rebecca still was not hungry, so she opted for a light breakfast of assorted fruit (yes, they have fresh fruit at Dennys) while I got a Grand slam. She finished quickly, so I decided against a second cup of coffee. After we left she paused to light a cigarette and we started back home...
The previous night we watched 'The Curious Case of Benjamin Button" and in one part of the movie, they described a series of incidents that led to the character Daisy being hit by a car, and Benjamin commented:
If only one thing had happened differently: if that shoelace hadn't broken; or that delivery truck had moved moments earlier; or that package had been wrapped and ready, because the girl hadn't broken up with her boyfriend; or that man had set his alarm and got up five minutes earlier; or that taxi driver hadn't stopped for a cup of coffee; or that woman had remembered her coat, and got into an earlier cab, Daisy and her friend would've crossed the street, and the taxi would've driven by. But life being what it is - a series of intersecting lives and incidents, out of anyone's control - that taxi did not go by, and that driver was momentarily distracted, and that taxi hit Daisy, and her leg was crushed.
Saturday afternoon I was think almost the same thing. If we went to The Original Pancake House in the first place, or if we didn't stop for cigarettes, if our second choice diner was open, if we hadn't run into a coworker, if I had the second cup of coffee, or if Rebecca didn't pause to light her cigarette, I would not have been hit by a car and dragged underneath
First of all, I'm OK, and by that I mean nothing is broken, although my left leg is either badly sprained or has a torn ligament, but getting back to the story, as me and Rebecca were on our way home I entered a crosswalk. The driver, who was apparently 17 and not driving for very long, gunned her engine and tried to turn onto the main road. She didn't see me and SLAM when my body against her car. My foor then got caught under her tire and I was briefly pulled underneath, the car coming to a rest about halfway up my leg. I pounded on the car to get her to driver off and after she did I was able to get up. I noticed right away that my leg was not broken, but it did feel a little "off". The ambulance got there post haste, and I was giving the once over by the workers. I refused to be taken to the hospital, half out of fear, half out of the hope that I would be OK later. Rebecca's mother picked us up form the accident and took us back to Rebecca's place, where I iced my leg and tried to rest it. After an hour I tried walking on it and my knee went POP, so off to the hospital we went. After a few x-rays to confirm nothing was broken, they put an immobilizer on my leg and sent me off.
Right now I'm freaking out a bit. Nothing like this has ever happened to me and I don't know what to do. I'm making calls, and waiting for callbacks, but I don't know what to do in the meanwhile. I'll have a better idea as to what is what on Thursday, but until then I'm just here, wrapped up in pain and wonder what the next step is.
Rebecca still was not hungry, so she opted for a light breakfast of assorted fruit (yes, they have fresh fruit at Dennys) while I got a Grand slam. She finished quickly, so I decided against a second cup of coffee. After we left she paused to light a cigarette and we started back home...
The previous night we watched 'The Curious Case of Benjamin Button" and in one part of the movie, they described a series of incidents that led to the character Daisy being hit by a car, and Benjamin commented:
If only one thing had happened differently: if that shoelace hadn't broken; or that delivery truck had moved moments earlier; or that package had been wrapped and ready, because the girl hadn't broken up with her boyfriend; or that man had set his alarm and got up five minutes earlier; or that taxi driver hadn't stopped for a cup of coffee; or that woman had remembered her coat, and got into an earlier cab, Daisy and her friend would've crossed the street, and the taxi would've driven by. But life being what it is - a series of intersecting lives and incidents, out of anyone's control - that taxi did not go by, and that driver was momentarily distracted, and that taxi hit Daisy, and her leg was crushed.
Saturday afternoon I was think almost the same thing. If we went to The Original Pancake House in the first place, or if we didn't stop for cigarettes, if our second choice diner was open, if we hadn't run into a coworker, if I had the second cup of coffee, or if Rebecca didn't pause to light her cigarette, I would not have been hit by a car and dragged underneath
First of all, I'm OK, and by that I mean nothing is broken, although my left leg is either badly sprained or has a torn ligament, but getting back to the story, as me and Rebecca were on our way home I entered a crosswalk. The driver, who was apparently 17 and not driving for very long, gunned her engine and tried to turn onto the main road. She didn't see me and SLAM when my body against her car. My foor then got caught under her tire and I was briefly pulled underneath, the car coming to a rest about halfway up my leg. I pounded on the car to get her to driver off and after she did I was able to get up. I noticed right away that my leg was not broken, but it did feel a little "off". The ambulance got there post haste, and I was giving the once over by the workers. I refused to be taken to the hospital, half out of fear, half out of the hope that I would be OK later. Rebecca's mother picked us up form the accident and took us back to Rebecca's place, where I iced my leg and tried to rest it. After an hour I tried walking on it and my knee went POP, so off to the hospital we went. After a few x-rays to confirm nothing was broken, they put an immobilizer on my leg and sent me off.
Right now I'm freaking out a bit. Nothing like this has ever happened to me and I don't know what to do. I'm making calls, and waiting for callbacks, but I don't know what to do in the meanwhile. I'll have a better idea as to what is what on Thursday, but until then I'm just here, wrapped up in pain and wonder what the next step is.