The first inkling that something just wasn't right came when I woke up
looking at the interior ceiling of an ambulance.
Reassuringly, I could hear my wife arguing with one of the medics. Good,
she was all right. But what happened?
The last thing I remembered was turning on my left turn signal and
stopping to allow three oncoming cars to proceed past me. Then, the
inside of the ambulance. In between, nothing - total blankness.
We'd driven to the grocery store, loaded up the car, then driven back
home, We'd stopped at the local convenience store at Diamond Hill on the
way home. After that, it was about a mile to our turn-off. It was later
explained to me that someone had come flying over the little hill that
precedes our turn-off, never even slowing down before they plowed into
our rear bumper. Our little Corolla was slammed forward - spinning
around through several full circles and into the ditch - finally coming
to a stop, totaled. My wife and I were slung up against our seat belts,
and our groceries were thrown out through the shattered windshield to
scatter themselves across the landscape. Some of the canned goods no
doubt smacked us upside the head during their brief flight to freedom.
After several hours at the hospital it was determined that my wife
Lindsey was suffering from loads of bruises all over her body and some
strained muscles in her neck. I had been knocked out, scratched up by
broken glass, and had somehow managed to break my left clavicle. My left
arm is now in a sling and ace-bandaged into immobility. Lyn is having to
use one of my walking sticks when she needs to get up out of her chair.
I may be out of work for several weeks, if not months.
2007 has been a lousy year for Lyn and I. Yet... We live, we will
recover, and we'll come back fighting.
"I get knocked down / But I get up again / And they're never gonna keep
me down..." Words to live by? OK, beats the heck out of all the
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