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I got in a car accident last night. A drunk middle aged woman ran a stop sign going about 45. I slammed my breaks, but smashed into her & swirved left. That's where I stopped. I don't remember hitting her, just blinking after I stopped moving thinking, saying I'm okay, I'm okay I'm okay. It was hard to breathe because of the airbag knocking the wind out of me. It was even harder because of whatever is inside of those airbags filled my car. it smells a lot like that fire extinguisher dust stuff. I had my foot pressed as hard as I possibly could on the brake pedal still. I tried to open the door because breathing in that shit hurt my insides. It wouldn't open. I pushed it as hard as I could, and it didn't open very much. So I pushed at it with my leg, fanning that crap out of my face with my left hand because my right arm was not working. I got the door all the way open and sat there. Foot still as hard as I could possibly press on the break. I knew my car was smashed and probably woudn't go anywhere but I reached over the air bag crap and put it in drive and let off the break. It was hard to get my seatbelt off. I kindof had to push at it a few times to get enough force to press it all the way. I sat there and waited. I saw a few cars just pass. I though hey wanna help me out please? One truck stopped for a few seconds and left. I figured he called police etcetera. I sat there and did the gasp cry and finally two men came to my door and I told them that I was cool except for my right hand. I looked at it and it just kindof looked like all the skin came off the top. It didn't, but that's what it looked like. Then I asked him to call my mom. When I heard him start talking to her I just told him to tell her not to freak out because only my hand hurts. He gave me the phone after he told her there was a car accident. I told her how to get there because I am a walking map. I thought that the lady had took off. One of the men helped me stand up and they walked me over to the side walk. I was really dizzy. Her car flipped on it's side & slid all the way across the street. I sat at the hospital for 4 hours in the same room that Kristen was in when she was there. The doctor checked me out, I went to pee in a cup. It was pathetic, I couldn't unscrew the lid. When I was done with that there was a lady with a wheelchair waiting for me to take me to get x-rays of my back, chest and hand. Going down from the bathroom to where we would go to turn left to get to the x-ray room was the lady's room straight ahead. She sat there in a bed, perfectly fine with her head down and her hand covering over her eyes in a shading your eyes kind of fashion the whole time they pushed me tward her to take that left to the other hall.
Fuck her.
My car is gone.
My hand hurts.
My poppy is gone.
I'm achy and tired.
The hospital expierience wasn't all that bad. My mom and my uncle are fucking hialrious. They would make me crack up and I thought I was gonna die because it hurt to laugh. I took hella pictures with my camera phone. I got a cat scan, and for anyone who's had one of those: How fucking cool is it when they put the ink into your IV and you get all hot and you can feel the hottness getting pumped through your whole body. & you tingle & tingle & feel like you gotta pee but you don't.
That is my smushed car.
Smushed swollen hand.
IV'S HURT LIKE A BITCH. & with both of my hands in pain, I could barely tear toilet paper. haha, it was sad.
haa.
LOL.
They gave me vicodin & half an hour after I got home I went dizzy, felt like I was gonna yak and plopped onto my bed and passed out. I haven't gotten this many phone calls in my entire life. Marisa came over at like 12 and chilled with me. Brought me lovely flowers & uncrustables. We ordered yinyin & she picked it up. HI IM A BUCK TOOTH, AND I LIKE TO BE OUTSIDE PAST THE LIPS. I ENJOY A NICE SEABREEZE FROM TIME TO TIME. I fell asleep and she went to work. Garrett called, and said hey im gonna bring you cookies and we're gonna make em, and I was like hey awesome. We made them and they were delicious!
Check my hand:
So it's fucking crazy to have the "It's not that I don't trust you, I don't trust other people" happen. But stoked that the "Girl walked away with hurt hand & bruises" happened and not the "Girl killed by drunk driver."
Moral of my story
Stop driving drunk,
YOU DUMB SHITS.
later.