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Three Months In Hell – Part I

Written by botox on Monday, February 2, 2009

A semi-autobiographical tale of fantasy

I’ve been living the last month in pure hell. I can’t believe I’ve survived this long and I have two more months left on my penance. I will be in purgatory for several more weeks once I’m out of hell. You may wonder what I’m referring to since I’m obviously not dead.

I was in an accident three and a half weeks ago. The car I was driving was broadsided by a drunk driver on Saturday night in the drivers door as I was making a turn. The car took a direct hit at my door and then a glancing blow that shook me like a rag doll. Before you admonish me to always were my seat belt, I was. The air bag did not deploy due to no frontal impact.

I never lost consciousness but I soon wished I did. My legs were on tingling and my neck felt like someone had driven a stake into the back of my head. I unbuckled my seatbelt and tried to get out of the car. Adrenaline does very strange things to the mind and I know I should have sat still. I tried to look down but it shot lightning bolts down my back. I did not see any blood, thankfully, or I would have passed out.

I managed to get myself out from behind the shattered glass and broken plastic that intruded into the crumpled driver’s seat. I only made it as far as the other side of the car and reclined in the still intact passenger’s seat. I lay there for what seemed like an hour before the sirens grew loud enough for me to pray they were coming for me. To my horror, they passed me by and kept going! I wanted to just die to make the pain stop.

It was another eternity before an ambulance and police arrived to the scene of my accident. Unfortunately, I believe I had a second accident in my pants after the first accident. I was in immense pain but not enough to not be embarrassed by my lack of self control.

The policeman was the first to approach me and yell, "We’ve got one passenger here. Looks like we need the jaws for this one. Driver unknown!"

I looked at the policeman, a rough, craggy faced man from years outside of probably 40, and said, "I’m the driver. I was alone."

He looked at me and said, "Lady, just stay calm. We’ll get you out. The paramedics are bringing their gear."

I heard the policeman talking to the paramedics. He said I looked bad. I wished I hadn’t heard that part. I was cute and always had a boy chasing me before the accident. I’m not sure I could cope if I was suddenly an outcast. I’d never associated with anyone that wasn’t physically fit in my personal life.

The paramedics and the rescue team cut the door and roof off of my new car. The sound of metal crunching reminded me that I was also pretty crunched. Once there was room in the car, a paramedic looked into my eyes as I tried to sit up. He forcefully but gently restrained me.

"We don’t know how bad you are hurt," he said, "You just need to tell me where it hurts and let us take care of you."

"My legs are tingling pretty bad," I said, "I think I sprained my neck as well. Its hurting pretty good."

That perked him right up. He yell at his buddy to bring the extrication collar. He didn’t touch me until he had the hard plastic collar in his hand. He and his coworker slid it behind my neck and fastened it on me. Then he looked at my leg and cut away part of my skirt.

"No puncture, possible fractured.  Jim, get the backboard," said the first guy and Jim was out of sight again.

My view of the world was severely limited now. I could not move my head in any direction, just my eyes. I was starting to freak out now. Was I going to die?

Tags: Extrication Collar, HALO, Paramedic

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