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I was in an accident five hours ago. I'm still shaky/shocky from it. My knee hurts like fuck. They gave me a perscription for vicadin and some anti-inflammatory. I still don't believe it was my fault. I know I had that damn arrow.
I have contusions to the left knee (nothing broken, nothing sprained, just hurts like fuck) and some burns to the face. Nothing bad at all.
The car is absolutely totaled. I can't help but feel like it's my fault. I laid in the hospital bed in the ER and just thought of all the trouble I caused. Not only did I completely trash the car (my dad has pictures. I'll try to post some of the car), there's the insurance bills, the ambulance ride fee, the hospital bills, the x-ray bills, and other shit. Apparently the police report says it's my fault. The other guy was 51. Because he's older he's believed over me (that's my parents belief anyway).
I can still smell the airbag, and it makes me sick. I remember driving, being on the phone and then I remember the air bag coming out. The air bag was already up then I put my hands up to protect my face from it. Realizing how stupid that was, I put my hands back down. I tried to get the car to stop, but the breaks weren't working. I finally stopped when I hit the guardrail. Once the car couldn't move any more I got out. My friend, Tim, was behind me. He pulled off the road and made sure I was okay.
The spedometer read as 14,496something.
My dad has pictures, and they look even worse printed out.
I just feel sick about all of this. I want to cry. I just feel absolutely awful. I was on the stretcher board for like four hours. It was so uncomfortable, especially with the neck brace. I just want a hug. I need a hug so damn badly.
I have contusions to the left knee (nothing broken, nothing sprained, just hurts like fuck) and some burns to the face. Nothing bad at all.
The car is absolutely totaled. I can't help but feel like it's my fault. I laid in the hospital bed in the ER and just thought of all the trouble I caused. Not only did I completely trash the car (my dad has pictures. I'll try to post some of the car), there's the insurance bills, the ambulance ride fee, the hospital bills, the x-ray bills, and other shit. Apparently the police report says it's my fault. The other guy was 51. Because he's older he's believed over me (that's my parents belief anyway).
I can still smell the airbag, and it makes me sick. I remember driving, being on the phone and then I remember the air bag coming out. The air bag was already up then I put my hands up to protect my face from it. Realizing how stupid that was, I put my hands back down. I tried to get the car to stop, but the breaks weren't working. I finally stopped when I hit the guardrail. Once the car couldn't move any more I got out. My friend, Tim, was behind me. He pulled off the road and made sure I was okay.
The spedometer read as 14,496something.
My dad has pictures, and they look even worse printed out.
I just feel sick about all of this. I want to cry. I just feel absolutely awful. I was on the stretcher board for like four hours. It was so uncomfortable, especially with the neck brace. I just want a hug. I need a hug so damn badly.