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Sun Sep 02, 2007 6:39 am
So some of you may have noticed I've been rather absent the past two weeks. Here's why (I apologize for the super long post, but this doesn't happen often):
On Saturday the 18th some of my coworkers were wondering if I wanted to go bowling after work. Sounds fun, so I went. Got back to my car about 2:15 or so and began driving home. About half way between where I dropped my car for bowling and home a 2000 Oldsmobile Alero, going at a high rate of speed, crossed completely into my lane and struck me head-on. The force of the impact totaled my 240 and turned me nearly completely around on the road. The only moments I don't remember are from the moment of the crash and ten seconds or so after.
After everything settled I stood myself up on my seat. The frame had become so twisted that the top itself was retracted almost halfway. After screaming several obscenities lamenting the loss of my car I began calling for help. A white jeep soon came up and pulled over. The guy asked me if I was hurt in a real official tone, so I asked if he was a cop, but he said he was an EMT. I asked for his flashlight to search for my phone while he went to the nearest house to ask for help and dial 911. Next thing I know three guys or so are lifting me out of my car and setting me on the grass. My left knee was HUGE and the pants were ripped, so I assumed it was dislocated.
Here's what I saw laying on the grass waiting for the paramedics. Some guy found my phone and gave it to me so I called my mom and told her to come down. She got there a little after the whole damn fire and rescue team of Hamlin did, and they started putting me on a stretcher. My mom tried taking pictures of the scene, but she failed to use a flash nor steady the camera on nearly all of them. She did manage to take one decent shot though:
So they carted me off to the hospital after that. They did the usual X-Rays and MRIs but absolutely refused to give me anything to eat or drink since I may be going into surgery very soon. I was half-asleep for a good majority of all of this. After a couple hours they pinned down my injuries: lacerations and bruising to a good part of the left side of me, two broken ribs, a broken sternum, hairline fracture to my wrist, and the worst of it all, a broken femur. They told me the femur would require surgery to put plates and screws in.
Cuts on my left leg.
The bruises
After they got me settled into my room at the hospital and I met my roommate, Rich
He was drinking and took a spill on his Harley. Got a real nasty bump to his head that really messed up his memory. The eyepatch is for double-vision. Despite this he was a real fun guy and we kept each other company during our stay.
The next day was the day of my surgery. My friends came in bearing gifts, but one of them I couldn't believe
It's my stolen touge buddy!! This made me very happy to see him again. I'll find out who took it eventually and bust some heads when I get better.
So, I went into surgery. Real simple. Went under, woke up later. I was mostly asleep for awhile after surgery but I remember being in the recovery room and just shaking uncontrollably and chattering my teeth like it was zero degrees in there.
The aftermath
Couple days after surgery they put me into a rehab hospital to learn to walk again. Last Thursday they took out the staples and that was confidence booster. I'm currently walking on crutches and putting about half-weight on my bad leg. Elbow is sore as f***. Couple weeks and I'll be back to walking, and by Christmas I'll be at 100%.
My sister went to the place that had my car and took a bunch of pics
My awesome taillights that were only two days old when this happened
Then, the other guy's car
They had to cut the roof off to get to him. I'm fairly sure he was drunk, but I won't know until my lawyer gets me the police report. This kid was in really bad shape at first and wasn't breathing on his own. He was airlifted to Allentown (ironic since his name was Alan) but recovered pretty quickly and was out and walking a few days later. He got a concussion so his heads a little wonky for now.
So there it is. I'm still alive thankfully, but I'll miss my 240 forever.
Cliff notes version: Drunks in Oldsmobiles suck, and I need to get a new car.
Update Nov 16, for whoever the hell may read this: I'm now pretty much all healed up and able to walk unaided, albeit shakily. The other driver has been confirmed at driving with a blood-alcohol level of .24 and is currently being convicted for his second DUI.
Modified by Loki at 1:15 PM 11/16/2007