A Saturday Car Accident
I was in a car accident on Saturday. Thought I would write about it, but now I don't want to. I'm still alive, a bit battered, not too bruised physically.
This is what I wrote to my cousin, Pamela. I'd add a bit more, maybe yet.
Today I have a therapy appointment for the accident. I will be fine. Bashed my left knee on something in the car when we were hit. My left boob is still decorated in pretty purple designs from the seat belt. A scratch on my right leg that is a complete mystery. But, its nearly gone now. At first I was feeling ok, but by the time I got home the back of my neck, shoulders and chest were tight and hurting. Tension I'd guess. A hot shower helped. Still having some pain in my back and sides but its getting better.
I've never been in a car accident before. It was so interesting to experience. Especially since I'm ok. When you see movies/ TV shows of people getting hit by another vehicle it is surprisingly just like that. I saw a black truck flying towards our car. It didn't seem real and then it hit and there was a spray of car bits (almost all from his truck) like an instant tornado. Different men stopped to help and I didn't know which were in the accident and which were just passing along at the time. It was confusion, and assorted other words but it also felt like being part of a story, not quite an adventure but something like that. The bits of his truck and the other car were everywhere! Like big pieces of confetti that would not be good to step on.
It (truck) had landed on Mom's driver side door and she couldn't get out. The truck was smoking right by her window and (now) she says she was scared. At the time she kept saying she was fine and I was the one who was showing more affects from it. But, now she says it has taken the wind out of her sails and she hasn't yet gone outside for her garden as she usually would be almost every day. Mom's brother (our Uncle Wayne) suggests she call a lawyer for/ about the accident. We met the man who caused the accident there, at the time. Although I have ho idea why/how he took the turn when another car was that close, he seemed like a regular kind of guy with an orange t-shirt and a long grey beard. Like someone who has a cottage and a boat to enjoy on the lake. But, most people at fault for accidents are likely everyday types of people. That part won't be like the movies and TV shows.
So its not so easy to think about starting anything legal about it. Mom's insurance have decided to repair her car rather than write it off. We were hoping it would be a write off because she still has payments for it and that won't change even though its now a car that has been in an accident. So it won't sell as well any time later. Also, a bit creepy to be in that car again. As if it betrayed us somehow, though of course, it wasn't the car's fault, or ours.