May the wind be always at your back
May the sun shine warm upon your face
the rains fall soft upon your fields
and until we meet again,
The road rose up to meet us indeed, and then I lay on it like an asphalt pillow. The wind was not at our backs, but knocked out of us completely as we collided with the other truck. My hair was singed and my neck burnt, but not from the warmth of the sun, and the only light came from the ambulance flashers. No rains fell, but there were plenty of tears, as the children looked on in fear. We were no doubt held safe in his palm because we are alive today
A girl named Kelly
hiding from the party crowd
meets
A drunk driver
who leaves behind
A red and kiss-shaped bruise
on her chest
with his truck
once upon
a St Patrick's Day
night
in SAVANNAH...
Luck Of The Irish
or
Isn't It Ironic?
Whose to say...
But the details go something like this:
We were involved in a wreck Saturday night. The other driver had been drinking and pulled out into oncoming traffic- he has since apologized profusely and taken complete responsibility
We may have been doing 50, 55, nothing more than the speed limit, but we sped right past that moment of relief, when you almost run into someone or something but feel the brakes catch and don't collide after all.
Like reaching the end of a rainbow, there exists something at the end of that moment too, but it is nothing like Gold. It is an awful and helpless realization that
"This is going to happen"
And it did happen, but that is all I remember clearly- that moment of impact and the gun powdery smell of the air bag exploding, until a few minutes later when the faces above me were telling me to lie still.
I did as they said even though obedience runs contrary to my normal mode of operation.They seemed like they may have a point about paralyz-ation. But I wasn't being stubborn, I really felt ok, aside from the burn on my neck. (I have a "soul patch" where my hair was singed and now feels like "sistah" hair) I was soon allowed to stand up and sign away my rights to dramatics and fan fare.(an ambulance ride) I just wanted to go home, to be the one to see my little ones to their beds.
Two days later and I am not whining but I am not running any marathons anytime soon either.
My MIL, who is experienced at ordering around ER staff, took me for some "Just In Case" peeks and prods today- so I got to show off the sexy bruise on my hip and be shamed for the hundredth time about my seat belt's absence.
(I am always in the backseat for something,I take it off so much to tend the kids, it has become easy to leave it off-that's my story and I'm sticking to it-but, if it will save me any number of lectures " I WILL ALWAYS WEAR MY SEAT BELT FROM NOW ON!" ( I have one hand on a Bible and will have a camera installed on the dash if that is not enough)
X rays showed nothing serious, for all those concerned family members- just some deep bruising and nothing that
"a few days and a vial of pills"
won't cure
I have been given permission to make friendly with some Loratab, so long as I stop the druggie dance when the pain ends. They've given me 30 days or 30 pills to get over it
Much to my children's delight, school has been called off until further notice. There will be no dosing until night time, when I have some back up and am free to fall asleep, but I'm a pretty easy sell of taking it easy for the next few days . . . it would be cool to use the line "it only hurts when I breathe" but it actually hurts at any given opportunity. I hate to be so dramatic though, so forget I mentioned it, eh?
I'm sure I have more thoughts on this whole thing, I am sure there will be more to say, but I'm still kind of dazed and mostly just needed a place holder here...
UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN... well, you know, Palm of His hand and all.....
