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As mentioned elsewhere in Sightngs, I am carrying a very visible injury to my right hand. For those curious, here's the story of how it happened two weeks ago today, Friday the 19th.
I am British but live on the main European continent. I was back in the UK for a major life event and staying with my inland had popped into the town alone for some bits and pieces (including a few hundred in cash to pay for various things) and was 2 to 3 minutes away from home And was more than halfway over a zebra crossing just off a roundabout when I was hit. Zebra crossings have no button to press for a green man, you wait until the way is clear and then cross, in fact cars are supposed to stop if they see someone waiting.
She clearly wasn't paying attention. She's tried to claim to the police that I stepped out in front of her. Utter bull- (1) she was driving from my right hand side and during the impact I broke the right hand wing mirror on her car, the furthest side from where I was coming from (2) when the witnesses and passer bys that stopped to help me moved me out of the road, they moved me to the traffic island in the middle of the road because it was nearer, not back to he side where I came from and (3) 4 or 5 eye witnesses have told the police that I was more than halfway over. The only way I could have just 'stepped out in front of her' and ended up where I did is if she'd been going at such a speed that I'd flown through the air to end up where I did, in which case my injuries would have been much worse than they are.
Unfortunately I went almost immediately into a mild shock so I don't remember the minute or so before or the immediate aftermath. Someone went to fetch my husband, an ambulance was called and we were whisked off to A&E where I was assessed. Thankfully nothing was broken though I did sustain swelling and cuts to my head that had to be glued up, bruising and pain to my shoulder, a massive hand sized bruise to my leg, other small cuts to my right hand but the worst injury of all was a deep laceration to my right hand that starts between my middle and ring finger that goes down to the knuckle on the top of my hand. That was sewn up and bandaged and after 4.5 hours I was allowed to leave, shaken and nervous but just relieved that I was okay and could still see my friends and family as planned the next day.
Because that massive life event I mentioned up thread? My wedding day. It was the first thing I blurted out to the people that came to help me. I am so grateful to them- they were very quick at helping me clean my hand (I'd bought water to have to hand throughout the next day) and dress it with a first aid kit that someone had in their car. By the next day I'd been able to hold a pen in my hand to sign the register and be able to hold bot my father's arm and the bouquet of flowers that covered my bandage. By the time of the ceremony everyone had heard about what happened but couldn't see anything due to the flowers! Saying hello to all of our friends was a little difficult as most of my right hand side was hurting and my husband reached down to pat me on the shoulder twice during his speech and everyone in the room could see me wince with pain except him. But having planned this for so long there was no way I was going to let the stupid cow that hit me ruin our by day.
She certainly ruined the next days- I was on annual leave from work the week afterwards and we had plans to have a night or two away together before my new husband had to return to work a few days before me, in the end we spent our first 3 nights at my in laws where I could be comfortable and he could help me shower and dress etc. one of the worst things was not being able to wash my long, thick hair until the Wednesday and get rid of all the hairspray that had been in my hair to keep it up, some dried glue and blood as well. At that point we discovered a new bruise behind my ear and top of my neck which was covered up by my hair. Upon returning home, I went straight to the doctors to get everything checked out and he wrote me off work for this week.
So two weeks after it happened, I've been stuck at home alone for over a week now. Almost all the swelling is gone but I still have to be really careful when washing and brushing my hair due to the scabs which are thankfully, slowly getting smaller every day. My hand is a mess, some of the smaller scratches are gone as is most of the swelling but it's still bruised and a big cut on my little finger is taking ages to heal because I keep knocking it. The main cut is very slowly getting better although where it's cut between the fingers is oozing a bit and not closing.
The worst thing of all? We're into the middle of a heatwave, yesterday was around 32 or 34 degrees (I think that's the mid to high 90s for our American cousins) and we live on the top floor of an old building so our flat is like a sauna, I have to keep a fan on constantly to keep me cool, as well as consuming lots of ice cream and lollies. Although my doctors note says I am allowed to leave the flat I don't really feel like it. The city in which we live is not known for its considerate and careful drivers and I feel quite nervous walking around outside on my own. My head is driving me crazy with the scabs because of the heat and I really want to scratch where they are but I am having to be very restrained and not do it. I wish I was back at work in a nice air conditioned building because I am so bored, lonely and hot and bothered at home. And my job? I work for the company that manufactures the suture they used in my hand! Though I might have insisted on them using my brand suture on it, though to be honest.
TLDR? The tale of the bride who got hit by a car the day before her wedding.
I am British but live on the main European continent. I was back in the UK for a major life event and staying with my inland had popped into the town alone for some bits and pieces (including a few hundred in cash to pay for various things) and was 2 to 3 minutes away from home And was more than halfway over a zebra crossing just off a roundabout when I was hit. Zebra crossings have no button to press for a green man, you wait until the way is clear and then cross, in fact cars are supposed to stop if they see someone waiting.
She clearly wasn't paying attention. She's tried to claim to the police that I stepped out in front of her. Utter bull- (1) she was driving from my right hand side and during the impact I broke the right hand wing mirror on her car, the furthest side from where I was coming from (2) when the witnesses and passer bys that stopped to help me moved me out of the road, they moved me to the traffic island in the middle of the road because it was nearer, not back to he side where I came from and (3) 4 or 5 eye witnesses have told the police that I was more than halfway over. The only way I could have just 'stepped out in front of her' and ended up where I did is if she'd been going at such a speed that I'd flown through the air to end up where I did, in which case my injuries would have been much worse than they are.
Unfortunately I went almost immediately into a mild shock so I don't remember the minute or so before or the immediate aftermath. Someone went to fetch my husband, an ambulance was called and we were whisked off to A&E where I was assessed. Thankfully nothing was broken though I did sustain swelling and cuts to my head that had to be glued up, bruising and pain to my shoulder, a massive hand sized bruise to my leg, other small cuts to my right hand but the worst injury of all was a deep laceration to my right hand that starts between my middle and ring finger that goes down to the knuckle on the top of my hand. That was sewn up and bandaged and after 4.5 hours I was allowed to leave, shaken and nervous but just relieved that I was okay and could still see my friends and family as planned the next day.
Because that massive life event I mentioned up thread? My wedding day. It was the first thing I blurted out to the people that came to help me. I am so grateful to them- they were very quick at helping me clean my hand (I'd bought water to have to hand throughout the next day) and dress it with a first aid kit that someone had in their car. By the next day I'd been able to hold a pen in my hand to sign the register and be able to hold bot my father's arm and the bouquet of flowers that covered my bandage. By the time of the ceremony everyone had heard about what happened but couldn't see anything due to the flowers! Saying hello to all of our friends was a little difficult as most of my right hand side was hurting and my husband reached down to pat me on the shoulder twice during his speech and everyone in the room could see me wince with pain except him. But having planned this for so long there was no way I was going to let the stupid cow that hit me ruin our by day.
She certainly ruined the next days- I was on annual leave from work the week afterwards and we had plans to have a night or two away together before my new husband had to return to work a few days before me, in the end we spent our first 3 nights at my in laws where I could be comfortable and he could help me shower and dress etc. one of the worst things was not being able to wash my long, thick hair until the Wednesday and get rid of all the hairspray that had been in my hair to keep it up, some dried glue and blood as well. At that point we discovered a new bruise behind my ear and top of my neck which was covered up by my hair. Upon returning home, I went straight to the doctors to get everything checked out and he wrote me off work for this week.
So two weeks after it happened, I've been stuck at home alone for over a week now. Almost all the swelling is gone but I still have to be really careful when washing and brushing my hair due to the scabs which are thankfully, slowly getting smaller every day. My hand is a mess, some of the smaller scratches are gone as is most of the swelling but it's still bruised and a big cut on my little finger is taking ages to heal because I keep knocking it. The main cut is very slowly getting better although where it's cut between the fingers is oozing a bit and not closing.
The worst thing of all? We're into the middle of a heatwave, yesterday was around 32 or 34 degrees (I think that's the mid to high 90s for our American cousins) and we live on the top floor of an old building so our flat is like a sauna, I have to keep a fan on constantly to keep me cool, as well as consuming lots of ice cream and lollies. Although my doctors note says I am allowed to leave the flat I don't really feel like it. The city in which we live is not known for its considerate and careful drivers and I feel quite nervous walking around outside on my own. My head is driving me crazy with the scabs because of the heat and I really want to scratch where they are but I am having to be very restrained and not do it. I wish I was back at work in a nice air conditioned building because I am so bored, lonely and hot and bothered at home. And my job? I work for the company that manufactures the suture they used in my hand! Though I might have insisted on them using my brand suture on it, though to be honest.
TLDR? The tale of the bride who got hit by a car the day before her wedding.
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