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Not that I wanted to be there.
No, folks, I was walking to the bus stop to go to work this morning, and as I'm walking on the sidewalk past a driveway for a grocery store parking lot, this idiot woman turns in without slowing down.
Lupo got hit by a car.
I recall bouncing off the hood of the car and landing on the pavement. I remember screaming and crying. But most of it passed by in bits and blurs. The woman who hit me and her, I'm assuming, daughter, got out and grabbed my arm, tried to help me stand saying "You're ok? You're ok, right?"
No, I'm not ok, don't you fucking MOVE me!!
There was an officer in uniform in the parking lot (this area where I live is conveniently located between 2 police stations), and he told them to back off, while he called an ambulance. I remember lying there crying while people are gathering around to just stare and go "Oooh, what happened here??"
I don't like being the center of attention, and in high stress situations, that tends to kick start a panic attack, so I started hyperventilating. Then, out of nowhere, this older woman just plops herself down on the pavement next to me and takes my hand. Calm as you can please, she tells me I need to slow my breathing down, and asks who I'm trying to call because at that time I was screaming for someone to find me my cell phone, give me my phone.
I tell her to call my mom, and give her the home number and the work number. Paramedics showed up at that point and hustle her out of the way while she's on hold with mom's work. They're putting me in a collar and getting ready to put me on a backboard, right as mom picks up and hears me screaming because they rolled me to get me on the board and it fucking hurt. A LOT. Poor mama.
The nice lady finds my cell phone and I start freaking out because i need to call my boss, I'm the only one opening the store today, and I need to let her and my employee know what's going on (Yes, I know, strangest shit goes through my mind). Boss was treated to me shouting into the phone after telling her I was hit because by that point they were taping my arm down, which was really hurting like a bitch.
Nice lady gathered all of my stuff that had gone flying through the parking lot, and put it all in my purse for me, and put that on the ambulance, and I was carted off to the hospital.
They gave me an injection I later found out was dilaudid (I don't think I spelled that right) because I'm technically allergic to codeine and morphine (I found out that screaming hallucinations are, in fact, an allergic reaction. I learned something!!). I don't like it. It's making me go between giggling and sobbing and blah, and I generally try not to take anything stronger than motrin, when absolutely necessary. Blugh.
I spent several hours in the ER, got xrayed, poked, prodded, all that good stuff. Good news is, nothing's broken. Guess it's a good thing I'm fat. Lots of padding for when I bounced. But bruising is starting EVERYWHERE, and I was told there's a lot of soft tissue damage and contusions. I think i said something along the lines of "Well no shit, Sherlock"
They cut my pants off. I'm sad. I liked those pants. I JUST bought these pants, wore them maybe twice.
So I ended up wandering around in paper pants from the hospital that don't really fit, so I was afraid they were going to pull a stripper moved everytime I stood up or sat down in a bad stripper rendition or something. CW came and drove me home, and he and his husband helped me inside. Nice lady left her name and number with my mom and told me to call her if I needed a ride home. I need to get her info and call her and thank her, but probably when the drugs wear off in a bit.
Right now, I'm home and safe. Bruising is starting and it's going to be colorful, but I'm walking around, and was told there are no real work restrictions, just try to take it easy.
Here's where I get pissy. The woman turned into a parking lot without slowing down, and I'm in the middle of the fucking driveway. Not at either end. The middle. I THOUGHT she saw me, and I find out later that SHE thought I saw HER and was going to stop. She tried to make me stand up. And, the officer on scene while getting her info said, as I was being loading in the ambulance "So you DON'T have any insurance??"
And because she technically stayed, though I think she would've driven off given the chance, I'm not technically a victim of a crime, it's just an accident, so no help for me on medical bills. I don't have any insurance either, can't afford it. This is just peachy keen fabulous, and a wonderful start to my week!!
I think that's everything. If I remember more later, I'll add it. I'm going to hobble into the kitchen to make some tea, and try to keep moving a little here and there, because if I sit too long, it'll make the hurting worse, I'm sure.
No, folks, I was walking to the bus stop to go to work this morning, and as I'm walking on the sidewalk past a driveway for a grocery store parking lot, this idiot woman turns in without slowing down.
Lupo got hit by a car.
I recall bouncing off the hood of the car and landing on the pavement. I remember screaming and crying. But most of it passed by in bits and blurs. The woman who hit me and her, I'm assuming, daughter, got out and grabbed my arm, tried to help me stand saying "You're ok? You're ok, right?"
No, I'm not ok, don't you fucking MOVE me!!
There was an officer in uniform in the parking lot (this area where I live is conveniently located between 2 police stations), and he told them to back off, while he called an ambulance. I remember lying there crying while people are gathering around to just stare and go "Oooh, what happened here??"
I don't like being the center of attention, and in high stress situations, that tends to kick start a panic attack, so I started hyperventilating. Then, out of nowhere, this older woman just plops herself down on the pavement next to me and takes my hand. Calm as you can please, she tells me I need to slow my breathing down, and asks who I'm trying to call because at that time I was screaming for someone to find me my cell phone, give me my phone.
I tell her to call my mom, and give her the home number and the work number. Paramedics showed up at that point and hustle her out of the way while she's on hold with mom's work. They're putting me in a collar and getting ready to put me on a backboard, right as mom picks up and hears me screaming because they rolled me to get me on the board and it fucking hurt. A LOT. Poor mama.
The nice lady finds my cell phone and I start freaking out because i need to call my boss, I'm the only one opening the store today, and I need to let her and my employee know what's going on (Yes, I know, strangest shit goes through my mind). Boss was treated to me shouting into the phone after telling her I was hit because by that point they were taping my arm down, which was really hurting like a bitch.
Nice lady gathered all of my stuff that had gone flying through the parking lot, and put it all in my purse for me, and put that on the ambulance, and I was carted off to the hospital.
They gave me an injection I later found out was dilaudid (I don't think I spelled that right) because I'm technically allergic to codeine and morphine (I found out that screaming hallucinations are, in fact, an allergic reaction. I learned something!!). I don't like it. It's making me go between giggling and sobbing and blah, and I generally try not to take anything stronger than motrin, when absolutely necessary. Blugh.
I spent several hours in the ER, got xrayed, poked, prodded, all that good stuff. Good news is, nothing's broken. Guess it's a good thing I'm fat. Lots of padding for when I bounced. But bruising is starting EVERYWHERE, and I was told there's a lot of soft tissue damage and contusions. I think i said something along the lines of "Well no shit, Sherlock"
They cut my pants off. I'm sad. I liked those pants. I JUST bought these pants, wore them maybe twice.
So I ended up wandering around in paper pants from the hospital that don't really fit, so I was afraid they were going to pull a stripper moved everytime I stood up or sat down in a bad stripper rendition or something. CW came and drove me home, and he and his husband helped me inside. Nice lady left her name and number with my mom and told me to call her if I needed a ride home. I need to get her info and call her and thank her, but probably when the drugs wear off in a bit.
Right now, I'm home and safe. Bruising is starting and it's going to be colorful, but I'm walking around, and was told there are no real work restrictions, just try to take it easy.
Here's where I get pissy. The woman turned into a parking lot without slowing down, and I'm in the middle of the fucking driveway. Not at either end. The middle. I THOUGHT she saw me, and I find out later that SHE thought I saw HER and was going to stop. She tried to make me stand up. And, the officer on scene while getting her info said, as I was being loading in the ambulance "So you DON'T have any insurance??"
And because she technically stayed, though I think she would've driven off given the chance, I'm not technically a victim of a crime, it's just an accident, so no help for me on medical bills. I don't have any insurance either, can't afford it. This is just peachy keen fabulous, and a wonderful start to my week!!
I think that's everything. If I remember more later, I'll add it. I'm going to hobble into the kitchen to make some tea, and try to keep moving a little here and there, because if I sit too long, it'll make the hurting worse, I'm sure.
You poor thing. 
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