Five minutes after I posted my last blog (which, along with yesterday’s blog post, dealt with mortality) when I was going to see a sick friend and giving Yolanda a ride to her next job, I ran head-on into a concrete wall and totaled my car. The engine caught fire and my door was jammed, as was the door of my passenger. We got one window open, finally, and then it occurred to me there was an override on the passenger door, so I clicked it and we both escaped.
Luckily my gardener was here and he drove me to my doctor’s office. I was afraid to move at all until someone showed me how to do so without risking damaging my spine, which was pretty excruciating by now. When after 5 minutes no one came out to help me, (It’s an emergency, Yolanda told them, and they answered that the doctor was with another patient!) I told Pasiano just to drive on to the Red Cross where with some effort and lots of pain and a back brace, I got out of the back seat of Pasiano’s car. (The front door doesn’t open.)
The X-ray tech and the on-call dr. showed me the X-rays, said there was a severe displacement of the spine and that they were calling in a neurosurgeon. Only then did I start to panic a small bit. “Breathe slowly,” I told myself and tried to go into a meditative state. Meanwhile, Yolanda unbeknownst to me, had left with my purse to go try to find my friend Audrey, who lives more than a mile away and who wasn’t answering her phone. It had been clear to me that when I called both her home and cell phone with no answer that she was probably at a rehearsal and definitely not at home, but Yolanda hadn’t consulted me regarding her decision and unfortunately, my insurance info was inside my purse and I didn’t have any numbers to call to tell me which hospital to go to in Guad. and what neurosurgeon they’d recommend.
A half hour later the surgeon arrived to tell me no surgery was necessary and that all of the places that hurt were just pulled or strained muscles or organs. He gave me two sets of little pills which I couldn’t take until I got home and had food to take them with.
Five hours since the collision event, the claims adjustor is here. He has affirmed the fact that my car is probably totalled. But . . . call me lucky. In addition to my sore neck and back, I hurt all over, have a seat belt burn from my shoulder, down my breast and to my waist, a severely bruised abdomen and stomach and two knees that don’t bend too well, but it will all mend. Five days in bed, the doctor instructed, and two of those little pills morning and night for seven days. Having taken one an hour or two ago, I am feeling floaty and I’m sure the adjustor thinks I’m flirting with him, but it is one of those little pills that is flirting with him if anyone/anything is! As the Raquet Club security arrives, and the guy with the fancy tow truck, I continue to babble on. Nothing like little magic pills to help one take such matters in stride. He seems to be enjoying it. I speak to him in Spanish and he answers in English!
Click first photo to see captions and enlarge photos. You’ll never know why the virgin is in these pictures if you don’t read the captions!
okcforgottenman tells me he’s had an uneasy feeling all day since reading my poem. Coupled with the one I wrote yesterday, he had a premonition that something was about to happen. I can only say that if it had to happen, I’m so glad it happened in this particular way, where no one was hurt except my car and me. Something like this has to reaffirm the importance of this wonderful gift of life.
What walks on two legs and is black and blue all over? Me, until I get my rental car in up to 5 days. Since I’m supposed to stay in bed until then, I guess it’s no loss.
The daily prompt today is adrift