I'm Back!
I'm home now and I feel like someone who got hit by a bus... which is exactly what happened to me, so I guess it's normal to be feeling like this. A while ago, I wrote a blog about the killer buses here in Downtown LA. I find this very ironic because a bus almost killed me on Friday.
I was merrily driving back from school and I started getting a little worried about the out of service bus on my right. It kept getting too close to me so I decided to slow down a bit and leave room for it to get in front of me if that was what it was trying to do. I avoided getting next to it and this went on for a block or two until it reached the right lane must turn right sign.
Instead of switching lanes in front of me (which it could've easily done because i left plenty of room), it decided to slam on it's brakes and swerve straight into me. I got hit on my passenger side (luckily no one was there), and I was pushed into the next lane where I immediately was hit by a pickup truck. I don't actually remember getting hit my the truck, but I do remember looking over and thinking "oh shit, I just got hit by a bus and now I'm gonna get hit by a truck".
I remember kind of waking up for a second in a lot of pain while I was getting wheeled into the ambulance on the stretcher. I slightly turned my head (which was not easy to do with a brace around my neck so I had to turn my whole upper body) and saw a dog looking up and barking at something. I looked up and saw a cat leap across one building to another. It looked like it was flying. I thought I might've been hallucinating, but I heard one of the paramedics say "that cat looked like it was flying" (I've now made it a goal to find that paramedic to confirm my story because Indy is convinced I was hallucinating).
The next thing I know, I wake up in the hospital and Indy is by my side. How did he get there? Apparently he wanted to know if I wanted food since he knew I was on my way home. He called a few times and one of the paramedics picked up while they were putting me in the ambulance and told Indy what had happened. He immediately got in his car and sped on over to the hospital. He got pulled over and told the officer that he was speeding because I had gotten in an accident. The officer let him go with a warning and Indy came to my side (Indiana Jones gear and all).
At first I didn't realize I had been in an accident, but I quickly remembered when I tried to move my arm and it felt like I was getting stabbed. A piece of glass had been stuck in my left arm and I now had 20 stitches to close up the gash (I'm glad I'm right handed). It had also been trapped so I was having a really hard time moving it (especially since my arm was in a sling). My pain went away and I started laughing when I saw Indy in his Indiana Jones gear. He had called in sick when he found out what had happened but didn't have enough time to change so he was stuck in his work clothes.
After drinking a lot of apple juice, I got up to use the restroom and realized that my left leg was not cooperating because it had been trapped when the truck hit me. Of course, everything was spinning and blurry and I had a major head ache because I had a mind concussion (i hit my head on something). If you read my last blog, I apologize for not making much sense. The moment they put that thing in my IV I started going a little kooky (and I apparently became very amused by horrible tasting jello) and using an iPhone became incredibly difficult.
On Friday night, Indy ended up spending the night with me at the hospital because he fell asleep holding me and I begged the nurse to let him stay because I didn't want to wake him up and because having someone good to look at during the night would make me feel better (unfortunately they didn't let him stay on Saturday and Sunday night).
Now I'm at home and I am so glad because hospital food is disgusting. I saw some pictures of my car and it's a mess. It has giant dents on both sides and it looks like it's going to be impossible to fix (especially since the left side of my engine is squished in). Luckily, because of my insurance (and because the city is going to give me some money because the bus caused it all) I'm getting a brand new car. I'm not exactly sure of all the details, but I was informed that my car was not fixable and that I was getting a new car. That's all I needed to know.
Indy and my best friend are taking turns watching me because I still haven't dominated using crutches and I've fallen over a few times. The room is no longer spinning and I am thrilled because I don't feel like I just got off the tea cup ride at Disneyland anymore. I'm glad I'm in one piece and I'm a quick healer so I expect to be back to normal in no time.
I leave you with one last thought:
BEWARE OF THE KILLER BUSES IN DOWNTOWN LA!!!
I was merrily driving back from school and I started getting a little worried about the out of service bus on my right. It kept getting too close to me so I decided to slow down a bit and leave room for it to get in front of me if that was what it was trying to do. I avoided getting next to it and this went on for a block or two until it reached the right lane must turn right sign.
Instead of switching lanes in front of me (which it could've easily done because i left plenty of room), it decided to slam on it's brakes and swerve straight into me. I got hit on my passenger side (luckily no one was there), and I was pushed into the next lane where I immediately was hit by a pickup truck. I don't actually remember getting hit my the truck, but I do remember looking over and thinking "oh shit, I just got hit by a bus and now I'm gonna get hit by a truck".
I remember kind of waking up for a second in a lot of pain while I was getting wheeled into the ambulance on the stretcher. I slightly turned my head (which was not easy to do with a brace around my neck so I had to turn my whole upper body) and saw a dog looking up and barking at something. I looked up and saw a cat leap across one building to another. It looked like it was flying. I thought I might've been hallucinating, but I heard one of the paramedics say "that cat looked like it was flying" (I've now made it a goal to find that paramedic to confirm my story because Indy is convinced I was hallucinating).
The next thing I know, I wake up in the hospital and Indy is by my side. How did he get there? Apparently he wanted to know if I wanted food since he knew I was on my way home. He called a few times and one of the paramedics picked up while they were putting me in the ambulance and told Indy what had happened. He immediately got in his car and sped on over to the hospital. He got pulled over and told the officer that he was speeding because I had gotten in an accident. The officer let him go with a warning and Indy came to my side (Indiana Jones gear and all).
At first I didn't realize I had been in an accident, but I quickly remembered when I tried to move my arm and it felt like I was getting stabbed. A piece of glass had been stuck in my left arm and I now had 20 stitches to close up the gash (I'm glad I'm right handed). It had also been trapped so I was having a really hard time moving it (especially since my arm was in a sling). My pain went away and I started laughing when I saw Indy in his Indiana Jones gear. He had called in sick when he found out what had happened but didn't have enough time to change so he was stuck in his work clothes.
After drinking a lot of apple juice, I got up to use the restroom and realized that my left leg was not cooperating because it had been trapped when the truck hit me. Of course, everything was spinning and blurry and I had a major head ache because I had a mind concussion (i hit my head on something). If you read my last blog, I apologize for not making much sense. The moment they put that thing in my IV I started going a little kooky (and I apparently became very amused by horrible tasting jello) and using an iPhone became incredibly difficult.
On Friday night, Indy ended up spending the night with me at the hospital because he fell asleep holding me and I begged the nurse to let him stay because I didn't want to wake him up and because having someone good to look at during the night would make me feel better (unfortunately they didn't let him stay on Saturday and Sunday night).
Now I'm at home and I am so glad because hospital food is disgusting. I saw some pictures of my car and it's a mess. It has giant dents on both sides and it looks like it's going to be impossible to fix (especially since the left side of my engine is squished in). Luckily, because of my insurance (and because the city is going to give me some money because the bus caused it all) I'm getting a brand new car. I'm not exactly sure of all the details, but I was informed that my car was not fixable and that I was getting a new car. That's all I needed to know.
Indy and my best friend are taking turns watching me because I still haven't dominated using crutches and I've fallen over a few times. The room is no longer spinning and I am thrilled because I don't feel like I just got off the tea cup ride at Disneyland anymore. I'm glad I'm in one piece and I'm a quick healer so I expect to be back to normal in no time.
I leave you with one last thought:
BEWARE OF THE KILLER BUSES IN DOWNTOWN LA!!!
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