Well now...
I crashed my car.
Turned it on it's side. Smashed a window and tore up the driver's side of the car. I think I've written it off.
Yeah...
I'm still in shock apparently and high on the adrenaline but not hurt other than some scratches and small cuts where the glass from the window went everywhere. Apparently I'm gonna ache like fuck tomorrow and possibly later on.
I was stupid, and went round a country lane corner too fast (I'd forgotten my pass for work and so had gone home to get it and was then rushing back to work) and what we think happened was that I skidded, mounted the dirt bank and then went onto myside, doing a 180 and ending up facing the wrong way on the road. Between me realising that the car was skidding and the car being on it's side I have no idea what happened though. It went so quick, none of this feeling like slow motion crap. One minute I was upright, the next I was on my side, glass everywhere sobbing. I couldn't make myself move until some one started calling out to me to find out if I was alright. Next thing I know there's about 4 people, one on the phone to 999 and the others trying to work out if they could get me out the car. Eventually I crawled out of my window, and stood there in shock until the ambulance and police arrived.
What really made me wonder if I should be dead was the fact that two ambulances, the air ambulance (helicopter), a fire truck and two police cars turned up. A check over by the paramedics told me that, no I was fine, nothing to worry about but that I was going to hurt later on as I came down from the panic. The police had a chat with my mum, who had been called along with work at some point and had arrived, and then a brief one with me. It was agreed that the fact that I was in one piece, not hurt and moving around was the thing to focus on. The car could be replaced.
So now I'm back at home, I've been banned from the cabin and been instructed to sit in the living room so mum can keep an eye on me in case there are "any complications" and I have to go to hospital. So I've ferried in a few things, laptop, dvds, ds and I'm sitting here, not really contemplating things as part of me is wondering if I'm just dreaming. It hasn't sunk in yet. I dunno when it will.
The funny thing to me was, that the police actually encouraged me to take a photo of my car. They were all "yeah, you can show your friends what a muppet you were"
That really tickled me.
Anyway, I know some people will wonder why I did this, typing all this up. But right now it doesn't feel real and I want to try and atleast sort though the details in my head.
Either way.
I'm alive.
Turned it on it's side. Smashed a window and tore up the driver's side of the car. I think I've written it off.
Yeah...
I'm still in shock apparently and high on the adrenaline but not hurt other than some scratches and small cuts where the glass from the window went everywhere. Apparently I'm gonna ache like fuck tomorrow and possibly later on.
I was stupid, and went round a country lane corner too fast (I'd forgotten my pass for work and so had gone home to get it and was then rushing back to work) and what we think happened was that I skidded, mounted the dirt bank and then went onto myside, doing a 180 and ending up facing the wrong way on the road. Between me realising that the car was skidding and the car being on it's side I have no idea what happened though. It went so quick, none of this feeling like slow motion crap. One minute I was upright, the next I was on my side, glass everywhere sobbing. I couldn't make myself move until some one started calling out to me to find out if I was alright. Next thing I know there's about 4 people, one on the phone to 999 and the others trying to work out if they could get me out the car. Eventually I crawled out of my window, and stood there in shock until the ambulance and police arrived.
What really made me wonder if I should be dead was the fact that two ambulances, the air ambulance (helicopter), a fire truck and two police cars turned up. A check over by the paramedics told me that, no I was fine, nothing to worry about but that I was going to hurt later on as I came down from the panic. The police had a chat with my mum, who had been called along with work at some point and had arrived, and then a brief one with me. It was agreed that the fact that I was in one piece, not hurt and moving around was the thing to focus on. The car could be replaced.
So now I'm back at home, I've been banned from the cabin and been instructed to sit in the living room so mum can keep an eye on me in case there are "any complications" and I have to go to hospital. So I've ferried in a few things, laptop, dvds, ds and I'm sitting here, not really contemplating things as part of me is wondering if I'm just dreaming. It hasn't sunk in yet. I dunno when it will.
The funny thing to me was, that the police actually encouraged me to take a photo of my car. They were all "yeah, you can show your friends what a muppet you were"
That really tickled me.
Anyway, I know some people will wonder why I did this, typing all this up. But right now it doesn't feel real and I want to try and atleast sort though the details in my head.
Either way.
I'm alive.