the wreck
So Saturday Becca and I were running errands. We were on our way back home. Becca was driving her 4runner. We decided to go the back way home and down this new road that just opened up. We are driving down the road going about 40 mph, the speed limit was 35. The music wasn't up loud and we were listening to corey smith. There is a subdivision to our right. There is an old oldsmobile coming from the opposite direction. Becca sees them and watches them pull out in front of her to turn into the neighborhood. She slams on the brakes and turns to the left to try and avoid hitting the car. It doesn't work. She slams into their car, but because she tried to turn away from hitting them we didn't hit their car head on. We hit with the most force and damage going to the front passenger side corner. Good for them, but bad for me. The car we hit had 2 people, a guy in the passenger seat and a girl driving. He crawls out through the driver side. He was fine except he had a cut on his leg. There was a man and lady that were pulling out of the neighborhood about the time the accident happened. They come over to check on everyone. I try to call my mom but she was in the tanning bed and didn't answer. Becca calls 911. Since I couldn't get a hold of my mom I called Caleb. He was still at work but left immediately to come to the wreck. I kept calling my mom and finally get a hold of her. Becca was pretty shaken up. I was hurt but not crying. Then the firetrucks get there and start checking me out and asking if I need to go to the hospital. And that is when I lose it. I start balling and crying. They bring the stretcher over I get on it and they strap me up and load me into the ambulance. I am still freaking out. The EMT keeps telling me to calm down. My mom finally gets there and she starts telling me to calm down. However, I am terrified of ambulances. I have never been in a wreck. So, people telling me to calm down didn't work. Then I leave in the ambulance going to the hospital. Caleb gets there to comfort Becca and help my mom with everything. The people we hit had no insurance and had just paid off their car. The guy was still complaining about his leg bleeding, and the policewoman tells him that happens when you have been drinking. Alcohol thins the blood. Oh, yeah there were beer cans in the car. He was probably drunk. We don't know if they did a breathalizer on her. The firemen manage to pull the fender off of the tire and Caleb drives it to Wreck Tech. Then mom and Becca take him home to get his truck to go back to work. Some friends of Becca and Caleb dropped him off. I am not sure if my mom called Mr. Mike (Caleb's dad) or if Caleb did. He was in Huntsville and goes to the hospital to check on me. They take me to x-ray to make sure nothing is broke. Nothing was broke. The doctor gives me a prescription for loritab and a muscle relaxer. I took some last night after eating dinner. I still hurt, just not as much. My back, neck, chest, and stomach are very tight and sore. I have a bruise across my chest from the seat belt. Today, I woke up took a shower to get ready to go to church. I started moving too quickly and didn't eat or drink anything before getting in the shower and then I start to get dizzy and light headed. I then eat a cinnamon roll to get my sugar up and so I can take my medicine. We get to church and the medicine starts to kick in. I start feeling hot and dizzy. So I sit down during the praise songs. I don't remember much of anything from the sermon or the songs. There was a Baptist joke, that was all I remember. The preacher asked someone to turn to a certain verse and he said the first one that got to it must have been really good at the baptist bible drills as a child. Anyway, I tell mom there is no way I can make it through Sunday school. So we leave and go home. I then began to feel worse and threw up. I then take a nap. The Roger's call after church and ask if we want to go get lunch. So we leave and at this point I am still feeling okay. Very weak and tired but okay. Right before the food gets there I start to feel sick again. Then I go back out and decide that my stomach isn't stable enough for catfish and french fries and I ask the waitress to pack it up. Then I feel sick again and go to the bathroom and throw up. When we got back home I take another nap. I ate dinner and managed to keep it down. I haven't takend anymore medicine. Foster's mom is a nurse and said I should take some before I go to bed but I need to eat a good bit with it. I am fixing to take some Aleve. The next couple of days at work are not going to be fun. Oh, and I am still trying to pack my stuff up to move out on Saturday. And we now don't have the 4runner to use. I think I am going to get my Grandad to help move stuff. I hurt all over. This sucks. Luckily, I was wearing my seat belt. I would have probably gone through the window or at least bust it if I hadn't been wearing my seat belt.