Good-bye Quicksilver
Yesterday morning I was on my way to go babysit. I was driving down Victoria, after I stopped at a stop sign, I proceeded to roll into the intersection.WHAM!
A guy flew through a stop sign and plowed right into me. Spun my car the entire way around. Several windows shattered, glass was everywhere.
I remembered getting out of the passenger side door.
I remember a nice lady, sitting next to me on the curb, pulling glass out of my hair.
I remember shaking. A lot.
I remember being laid down on a stretcher, my neck in a brace.
I remember thinking that we couldn't leave until my mom got there...that she wouldn't know where I was.
I remember the ambulance ride, and the funny paramedics, trying to make me laugh.
I remember feeling glass on me everywhere, bleeding cuts on my hands, down my pants and scraping my butt.
I remember the paramedics pulling glass out of my belly button.
I remember them cutting my sweatshirt.
I remember x-rays.
I remember pain. Lots.
I remember them telling me I had a sprained shoulder/shoulder blade. Bruised ribs.
I remember getting a shot in my butt....and I remember thinking that it hurt more than it should've.
I remember getting a perscription for drugs.
I remember thinking that I was really thankful for my parents.
So, there you go. I got home, and was a lil drugged up the rest of the day. Had to learn how to sleep on my back last night.
I'm ridiculously sore today.
My car, quicksilver, is gone. Totaled. The entire left side is bent inwards...I don't know how I'm not more hurt. God...that's how.
Good-bye quicksilver.
posted by RobinDayle @ 10:33 AM
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