I must recant. In my previous post I stated, “No injuries. I don’t even think you could fake one either. My airbag didn’t even deploy.” Wow! Was I incorrect in that assessment.
After the accident I felt fine. 100%. Nothing wrong at all. At least that’s what I thought. I must have been so hyped on a natural high, adrenalized as it were, that I didn’t realize exactly what happened to me.
So it went like this. BOOM! My car is knocked SIDEWAYS. My head snaps to my right shoulder. My hands leave the steering wheel and slide right, hitting the windshield wipers. I see black for about a second or so — I’m not comfortable saying I “blacked out” since I was aware that I lost my vision. My car turned itself off, I drive a manual, and I’m sure my foot had to hit the brake, which will stall out the engine. I got my bearings, which was another second or two. Jumped out, and made sure everyone was OK.
The rest of the story is in my previous post. Long wait, police officer, shouting, tickets, drugs, chest X-ray, home…
I played around on the Net that night. Doing some Facebook stuff. Making the last blog entry here. I commented on Facebook, “4:30 a.m. and counting. I’m starting to feel physically ill.” I went to bed. I had a horrible night. Didn’t sleep much. Was really uncomfortable, cold sweats, unsettled stomach, and at about 7:30 a.m. I sprang from bed to vomit uncontrollably for several minutes. It wasn’t a pleasant experience.
I tried to sleep again afterwards. I couldn’t get comfortable and I kept getting nauseous. Then I correlated head movement to throwing up. Move my head, puke my guts out. Move my head, puke my guts out. Now that I thought about it, my neck was really sore. Put some ice on it. A few phone calls to my Dr. and I made the decision to go to Urgent Care. I should say I made the decision to go to Urgent Care too late. At this point it felt like I had seriously injured my neck. The pain was so intense, I would have sworn I had just fractured a vertebrae. I couldn’t sit up. I rolled a T-shirt under my neck for support, put my feet up on the wall, and had my wife dial 911. I needed a ride to the ER.
The first responders were awesome. Funny bunch of guys. Good guys. I apologized. I really thought this was a bit much for what happened, but I really couldn’t sit up. They stabilized my neck after I insisted that it was the worst of my trouble. They were pretty convinced I just had a really bad flu.
The ambulance ride was rough. Upon arriving in the ER I filled a bed pan for them — so I didn’t feel that much like a faker. I was very dehydrated, in an increasing amount of pain, suffering from vertigo, nausea and really feeling downright shitty. I told the Dr. about everything, my bronchitis, the tiny fender bender I had yesterday, and he said, “It’s not the drugs you started taking last night. It’s the accident that did this. We need to make sure you didn’t really twist and hurt your neck.” So, I got a CAT scan and an X-ray of my neck, all negative, and the Dr. concluded that it was muscle spasms and soft tissue injuries. Some Demerol, Torodol and some anti-nausea medicine made me feel much better, really quickly. I like how fast intravenous medications can affect you.
Several prescriptions later and I was discharged. I was in complete disbelief that such a small fender bender could twist someone up so badly. If the Dr. had called me a sissy and told me I was faking, I would have believed him. I don’t know why I was so afraid of being called a faker… but I was. It was nice to have someone believe, even when I didn’t, and offer relief.
A few days later, I was chatting with the insurance adjuster, and she commented that the Crash Test Dummy’s you see on TV are only going 35 miles per hour when they crash.
So, I was wrong. I hope everyone else in that other car didn’t feel as bad as I did a day after the accident. No matter how rude or obnoxious the other driver was, no one deserves to have pain like that.
And did I mention, her Insurance is picking up everything? Rental car too while my car is in the shop. So, I don’t even have to pay a deductible. It’s officially her fault. They’ll pick up the Doctor bills and probably give me $20 to boot for pain and suffering.
Still, it wasn’t worth it.