Hello friends.
So, as most or all of you may know already, I added an experience to my life today. I got hit by a car. An SUV actually, that was travelling at approximately 20-30 mph. And when I say I got hit by a car, I mean me. Myself. I was not in my car. Or any car. I was just walking along.
Here's what happened:
We begin looking North down Donahue in Auburn, AL. In the distance, Mama G's beckons students to consume shockingly calorie-laden nachos. Pan left. There's me! I'm just trying to cross Donahue on Heisman drive to go get lunch with my boyfriend before class.
First person view. All of the lights seem to be red at this intersection...but wait, a Tiger Transit is pulling out to turn onto Donahue...so the light facing me should be green too...maybe that light is still red just because no one pushed the cross button? The light on my side is still green....I guess I'll go for it.
Third person view, me running across the street.
Pan left, the light looking North on Donahue has turned green as I'm halfway across the cross walk.
First person view, Shit, better run fast to make that last five feet.
Pan right, speeding SUV.
Pause. Question. Why was this dude speeding up? A) The light was red not two seconds before and therefore he should have been slowing down...right? And B) I know that I'm technically in the wrong here (and I already feel like enough of an idiot, so don't even start with me!) but I was wearing a bright orange T-Shirt...this dude must have been seriously distracted.
Play. First person view, Great, now this asshole is just gunning it to scare me cause he's all pissed off that I was still crossing when his light turned green. Wow, he's really coming fast. Holy shit he's not slowing down. Oh my god. He doesn't see me. I'm about to get hit by a car.
Third person view, I get nailed on my right side, fly into the air, spin around, and land on my right side. Body goes into what I assume is shock or adrenaline overload or something, because when I next realize what is happening, I'm on my back with my hands and feet in the air turtle style and this dude in a construction vest is standing over me asking if I'm OK.
First person view, I can't speak. Cannot. Form. Words. My elbow hurts fucking bad. My ankle feels funny. Wiggle hands and feet about. Everything seems to be working. I didn't hit my head...how? My backpack! Oh Jesus Lord, bless you, backpack.
Third person view, traffic is stopped up to about ten cars now, but no one is in any of those cars because they've all gotten out to come see if I'm OK. Which was weirdly embarrassing for me...
Everyone is asking if I need an ambulance. "Please, god no," I tell them, "I'm fine, really. I'm just shaken up."
First person view, a cop shows up. They help me move myself from the road to sit in the shade of a tree. After a few minutes, my body starts coming to its senses and I realize I'm ITCHY.
"Hey, I know this might seem ridiculous, but I'm allergic to grass....so...I'm gonna go sit on the concrete."
Cop says OK, I move. Look down and realize my ankle is bleeding and starting to drip. I pull out my water bottle and start pouring what little is left on it. Some blessed lady goes to her car and gets me some tissues. I blot at it for a while but it hurts like hell so I just kind of sit there.
Cop starts asking me questions. I have trouble answering because, you know, I'm crying and also shaking everywhere.
I call my boyfriend. He runs all the way across campus (stopping to get more water as per my request to clean my wounds) to come meet me. He freaks out when he sees me because he thought I was in a car when I got hit and he suddenly realizes that I was, in fact, not.
I keep pouring water on my ankle. People around me keep talking to each other about what they saw like I'm not even there. Cop finishes accident report. The large lady who was actually driving the car apologizes. I say I'm all good. Boyfriend goes to get my car so we can go to the med clinic. I get in, shut the door, and promptly start bawling.
Who the hell does this kind of shit happen to???
Whatever. I'm gonna have an excellent party anecdote.
In all seriousness, this was actually the scariest thing that ever happened to me. The moment right before impact and the actual impact was terrifying. And I cried a lot and it hurt a lot, but I'm OK. I don't know how, but I escaped with minor scrapes, bruises, and some swelling. I'm seriously lucky.
The nurse at the med clinic was a dick, but that's a story for another time, and something which will be documented in my "AUMC patient review" for that visit.
And now I'm hanging out here all by myself, cause everyone is busy or not here. And I want some fucking ice cream. So I'm gonna get my bruised ass in my car and go to Bruster's.
Boosh.
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