Today's entry is about car crashes.It came to me today when I was leaving the gas station. My seat belt decided it wouldn't buckle. Which freaked me out especially as my mum had already pulled out on a busy high way. I have a fear of getting in car crashes, and sometimes when I get in a car I see these scenes of great destruction involving the car.
I could say it is an irrational fear, but it does have some justification.I have been in three car accidents that I can remember, well one where a car hit me while I was crossing the street.
I am not talking about little fender benders, I though luckily in none of them I was never really hurt.The last one happened three augusts ago, it was the weekend my sister and my brother had gone to Massachutes. I was already not feeling good, and my mum was at work.
My grandmother was in Indiana visiting relatives.So, I had been taken to church by my uncle and aunt, Scott and Teresa.My uncle Chuck in Indiana had called after church, and my uncle had been on his cellphone right before we got to the intersection, but he had put it away about a second before. I thought the light had turned green, but as we started to cross I got this terrible feeling that time had started to move slowly, especially as the car from the other lane crashed into us from the side.
I was jolted really hard, and my glasses fell on the floor.I know we hit a pole across the street, and I remember trying to calmly call 911, but at that point tears were streaming down my eyes. It was hard to see because everything was just a blur of colors, and the tears didn't help.The 911 lady was very calm, and she explained someone was on their way.
Someone else had already called.
My shoulder was hurting, and so were my knees. They didn't put me on the stretcher, but they let me sit inside with my uncle. I was going to get checked out.
All I remember about that day was how lonely I felt.My aunt teresa had demanded that she be escorted in the hospital after my uncle, so I had to sit in the back of the ambulance by myself. Yes, she is slightly disabled, but since she wasn't complaining of pain, and I was, it annoyed me that she demanded to get out before me. Someone had found my glasses and handed them to me, they were broken, and I was crying.
Then they put me in a one of the little rooms by myself, it was next to my uncle's room.. or not a room more like a little cubbie, I am not sure how to describe it. The lights were out and I felt lonely. There was a phone in my room, and I know I used it to call my mum. She came as quickly as she could. I wasn't trying to get her out of work, I just thought we might need a ride home.
I remember other little snatches, but all I mainly remember is first I was alone in the ambulance for what seemed like a million years, and then I was alone in the hospital room until my mum came over.My aunt only came over to check on me after my mum showed up.
I am still angry when I think about that day sometimes... One the police never took my statement, I am not sure why. They treated me like a child, one officer asked me one question, and my aunt called him over.
Two I am still out of that pair of glasses, my uncle never offered to pay for it. Luckily I had a spare... but still I had bought two because I have a tendency to break them, so my hard earn money was wasted
Three my uncle's insurance only paid for 80 percent, and I didn't feel I should have to pay for any... I still haven't paid them, so now my credit sucks more because of it... but basically the paperwork they sent me was that if I didn't sign I would have to pay for the whole thing.I am sure there is more I can write, but I have to go work soon, and I don't want to be crying or angry before work... Work already offers enough frustrations... I will try to make tomorrow's memory longer
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