Tuesday, July 13, 2010

I can fly! …can't you?

My eyes were open… but I'm not sure I could see anything. Not the rain, not the people, not the ground, not the car, not my bike. At least I don't remember seeing them. I was up in the air. I knew I was up in the air. What I didn't know was what my body was doing. I didn't know where my legs were pointing, I didn't know whether my arms were flailing or not.


I wasn't screaming… that much I know. I had a straight face on. Unfeeling. Ruminating almost. Noting the facts: "Ok, I'm in the air." Then the ground sped towards me. Not that I saw it coming. It was just logical that air + gravity = ground at some point. I don't know what hit what… then I was on my back. Still conscious (fantastic innit?). The rain pouring down on my face (and everything else I suppose), filling my mouth… cus… well… it was open. …I giggled. The absurdity of the fact that I was just hit by a car, was up in the air and just landed on the street in the pouring rain and couldn't move anything was funny to me.

I started convulsing at that point, which I'm pretty sure was due to a combination of the sudden cold and shock (I like to believe the laughter was from that too). I was suddenly aware there was a woman beside me cooing as though I was a baby and calling me that too. "It's ok baby; You are going to be alright baby." It was comforting, for sure. Then I remembered where I was: in public. I sat up then proceeded to stand and smile, "Hello; Yes, I'm quite alright."

(Heh! Can someone tell this editor that "alright" is spelled correctly. Where is your English teacher???? Anyways…)

I stood there and rinsed off the soil and whatnot off my toes in the rain. I had totally forgotten I had a bike until the driver of the car, looking almost sick, gave me a hug and offered to get me a new bike. "Oh, is my bike totalled?" (Say that like "toe-tild" hehe.) The frame of the bike was bent in an odd manner into the wheels such that you couldn't spin them if you tried. "Oh. Hmm. Yea, a new bike would be useful."

I had healed, forgotten about the accident, written 3 books, was VP of Google, had a gorgeous husband, 3 children and 10 grandchildren before the police came and regressed me back to the present time. Then the ambulance followed. (GORGEOUS DUDE BTW. Never caught his name :( ) Apparently I had messed up the windshield and left pieces of my shirt on the car somewhere and therefore I had to go get checked out.

Now for the stupid part.

I lay in that hospital bed for 4 hrs. 4 HRS OOO. Question after question, poking, prodding, lifting, touching, feeling, x-raying, etc AND I STILL HAD TO ASK THE BLOODY DOCTOR TO DRESS THE BLOODY WOUND. Here I am bleeding onto your sheets and pillows and whatnot and you can't guess that cleaning and bandaging it up might be wise? Or you don't do that in the ER? Like …wtf? And even then I could've done what she did very easily. Grr. She then told me to "get dressed" and they were going to discharge me. I looked at her like… o_O
I was so pissed I got into my freezing still wet clothes and walked outta the hospital (God was on my side cus first of all I was alive and second I could miraculously walk on my ankle with minimal pain!). I put on my best "don't talk to me, you are ticking me off" face and walked out to find someone who could help me better than these "certified" ones. (The smart ppl hadn't thought to call my emergency contact either. I mean, when else would this contact be useful but in an emergency situation? When I was dead? I was in an ER for Pete's sake. Damn).

I whipped out my phone which also was working perfectly despite the fall and thorough soaking (can I get a hallelujah) and called my hosts for a ride, freaking my brother out and went back in to wait. (I did get officially discharged because I wanted my pain prescription. Ugh. Vicodin… I felt so Dr. House cool.)

So the hosts came, took me home where I crashed. All in all, rather eventful day no? :D

I am truly grateful to be in the condition I am because it could've been a lot worse, hence the current jolly disposition (as for the laughter during… I can't explain). I've had my miracle for the year. Thank you Lord. :D

xx
KD

1 comment:

  1. you bore sake of the spelling of alright.. ah awurade!
    But Thanks be to God you're alive or I may have gone insane.

    ReplyDelete

 
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