car accident
Last night was one of the scariest and most frustrating nights I've ever lived through. Me and my roommate Heather decided that we wanted to take Sarah (one of our other roommates) out to dinner for her birthday. We all dressed up put on makeup and poured ourselves into Heather's 1988 Chevy Beretta and headed north on I-5 taking the seldom open express lanes. It had been raining slowly but steadily all day long so the roads were wet even though it wasn't currently raining. we saw break lights and tried to stop, but started hydroplaning and rammed into the back of an Acura which sent us spinning across all three lanes of traffic where we got hit by another car head on and crashed into the cement divider before coming to a halt facing south on the north bound lanes. That's the scary part.
Once I had made sure that both Sarah and Heather were alright I pulled out my cell phone and called 911. I was really touched by how many people stopped and asked us if we were all okay. 6 or 7 motorists - one of which was a nurse practitioner - and two motorcyclists pulled up and ran over to make sure we weren't dead or dying. The frustrating part was that Heather just lost it and could not pull it together even though she was obviously in need of some medical attention (she had neck, back and shoulder pain) she tried to refuse and was terrified to go on the backboard, let alone in the ambulance. When we got to the hospital she tried once or twice to just get up and leave and she didn't want to go have X-rays taken because... well she's didn't have a good reason. Also she was sure that having an EKG (where they hook monitors up to your chest to make sure that the heart is beating irregularly) meant that they were going to jab a foot long needle into her chest like they do in the movies. It took me 2 hours to get her calm and coherent, let alone to stop crying. Sarah was hysterical, but only for about the first 5 minutes after the crash, and then she was good. That I understand, but not the whole freaking out going nuts thing. If she had been more calm it wouldn't have been so bad, and wouldn't have taken so long to get to the hospital, out and back home. *sighs* blah. Over all I must say that it was an interesting night. I think we owe Sarah a home cooked meal for all of this.
Once I had made sure that both Sarah and Heather were alright I pulled out my cell phone and called 911. I was really touched by how many people stopped and asked us if we were all okay. 6 or 7 motorists - one of which was a nurse practitioner - and two motorcyclists pulled up and ran over to make sure we weren't dead or dying. The frustrating part was that Heather just lost it and could not pull it together even though she was obviously in need of some medical attention (she had neck, back and shoulder pain) she tried to refuse and was terrified to go on the backboard, let alone in the ambulance. When we got to the hospital she tried once or twice to just get up and leave and she didn't want to go have X-rays taken because... well she's didn't have a good reason. Also she was sure that having an EKG (where they hook monitors up to your chest to make sure that the heart is beating irregularly) meant that they were going to jab a foot long needle into her chest like they do in the movies. It took me 2 hours to get her calm and coherent, let alone to stop crying. Sarah was hysterical, but only for about the first 5 minutes after the crash, and then she was good. That I understand, but not the whole freaking out going nuts thing. If she had been more calm it wouldn't have been so bad, and wouldn't have taken so long to get to the hospital, out and back home. *sighs* blah. Over all I must say that it was an interesting night. I think we owe Sarah a home cooked meal for all of this.
posted by Rebecca at 5:38 AM
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