Monday arvo I had my first car crash & it was maybe the scariest shit I've ever faced. Was on my way home from Mandy's & in short I T-Boned with a Truck.
I recall going straight & by the time I looked to the left there was a truck heading toward me & being in a mini made it even more scarier. I only remember saying shit, trying to brake and then screaming. I don't remember the car had spun and the rear had hit the truck too. I think I must have blacked out for a few seconds because next thing there were a few people running towards me & I could hear the ambulance sirens.
I must've sounded nuts, I was in shock & screaming & breathing like a maniac... not even sure why. A nice lady called my sister & when I looked around I saw that the entire front was sqaushed, black smoke, both doors bent, the dash caved in & the windscreen was smashed.
They had to get someone to break the windows and doors to get me out & I remember there was so much blood all over the mini dash & blood dripping from my legs to the floor.
I was lucky though, after the ambo's sent me to the hospital I didn't have internal injuries just some tissue chunk damage to my knees, bruises on my body and that. Just some pain which will heal quickly.
My thoughts during the accident were my parents will kill me, shit shit, feeling idiotic, oh my god my car... yeah how shallow, also I didn't think I was going to die but it still felt so bad being alone in it all.
That moment where I looked left keeps going in my mind & it scares the shit out of me. I'm a bit freaked out crossing roads & don't think I'll drive for a while.
Also I didn't want to goto the hospital but they wouldn't hear it, I was thinking 'no, not again', being branded as sick again, being a patient yet again, I might as well live in a hospital.
Anyways that was my well not a brush with death because I never thought death would come at all. There was no realisations to make the most of things or anything, just maybe I realised how easily someone can dissappear. It's wierd because only hours before I had said hello to my dad in a coincidence, saw a friend & related of going salsa this Wed again.
I'm reminded by a doctor who once said 'nobody knows where they might end up, knowbody knows'. That's my story.
