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thatdykeliz · 05-22-2003, 03:27 AM

I was in a serious car wreck back in '94. My daughter was about 4 months old, and we (my ex and me) were going to my grandmother's house. I don't remember the impact at all -- you know how floppy little babies' heads are, right? When we got hit, I was sitting in the back seat, passenger side, leaning over my daughter and holding my hand over her forehead to keep her head from snapping around when we went over the bump into my grandmother's driveway.

The next thing I remember is coming to -- and coming to was like fighting my way up to the surface of a big, cloudy pool of water -- and finding my ex and my father-in-law (they lived in the apartment above my grandmother) screaming at me to wake up. I looked around, saw that the space where my daughter's car seat had been strapped in was empty, and promptly passed out again.

My family said I woke up again a few seconds later screaming like a wild woman about my daughter, where was she, was she dead, were they hiding her body from me -- that kind of thing. I don't remember that part very well. Anyway, she was fine, she'd been strapped into her infant seat, and they brought her out to the car to show me. Since my grandmother lived out in the boonies, it took about 10 minutes for an ambulance to get there, and apparently I kept passing out and coming to screaming for my child -- they'd show her to me, I'd stop screaming, pass out again...lather, rinse, repeat.

What had happened was that we had been t-boned by a drunk who'd run off the road and actually hit us while we were in my grandmother's driveway. His tiretracks were in the yard, behind the fucking mailbox. It was rainy that day, and my ex had looked for oncoming cars before making a left turn, but due to the rain and the fact that the guy wasn't even on the road, he didn't notice the other car. We got hit while we were nearly stopped and the other guy was going all-fucking-out.

Our car did a 180 and we ended up in the front yard. I had been sitting exactly where the other car hit us, the back passenger-side door -- my head had been thrown through the window I was sitting next to, breaking it out, and one front corner of the guy's hood had torn through the door and left some wreckage sticking through and against my leg, cutting the shit out of it. My ex wasn't hurt, and neither was my baby, but I'd been unconsious and they were afraid to move me.

The weird thing is, I pretty much walked away from it after the hospital released me. I had some cuts and scrapes from the metal of the door, and I was one solid bruise from the side-swell of my right breast all the way down to my knee, but I didn't have a concussion (according to the stupid hospital, I don't agree with them there) and no broken bones. The doctor said the only thing that saved me was that I was relaxed and not tensed up in anticipation of the crash, because I'd never seen it coming.

The other guy was a Mexican national in a borrowed car, with no insurance, so we never got anything out of it, period. He was sobered up pretty well by the time DPS got there, thanks to my grandmother's fuckstick drugdealing neighbors giving him coffee and shit, so the DPS didn't even give him a breathalyzer...and to top it all off, my EX was the one who got a ticket for "not yielding the right-of-way."

That was the only time as an adult that I can remember feeling genuinely afraid I was going to die -- not knowing how bad I was hurt, not being able to move, dropping in and out of consciousness like that...and I will NEVER forget how bone-deep scared I was that my daughter was dead and they'd taken her body out of the car...

05-22-2003, 03:27 AM
thatdykeliz Confirmed User Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: talkin dirty on the phone Posts: 1,026	I was in a serious car wreck back in '94. My daughter was about 4 months old, and we (my ex and me) were going to my grandmother's house. I don't remember the impact at all -- you know how floppy little babies' heads are, right? When we got hit, I was sitting in the back seat, passenger side, leaning over my daughter and holding my hand over her forehead to keep her head from snapping around when we went over the bump into my grandmother's driveway. The next thing I remember is coming to -- and coming to was like fighting my way up to the surface of a big, cloudy pool of water -- and finding my ex and my father-in-law (they lived in the apartment above my grandmother) screaming at me to wake up. I looked around, saw that the space where my daughter's car seat had been strapped in was empty, and promptly passed out again. My family said I woke up again a few seconds later screaming like a wild woman about my daughter, where was she, was she dead, were they hiding her body from me -- that kind of thing. I don't remember that part very well. Anyway, she was fine, she'd been strapped into her infant seat, and they brought her out to the car to show me. Since my grandmother lived out in the boonies, it took about 10 minutes for an ambulance to get there, and apparently I kept passing out and coming to screaming for my child -- they'd show her to me, I'd stop screaming, pass out again...lather, rinse, repeat. What had happened was that we had been t-boned by a drunk who'd run off the road and actually hit us while we were in my grandmother's driveway. His tiretracks were in the yard, behind the fucking mailbox. It was rainy that day, and my ex had looked for oncoming cars before making a left turn, but due to the rain and the fact that the guy wasn't even on the road, he didn't notice the other car. We got hit while we were nearly stopped and the other guy was going all-fucking-out. Our car did a 180 and we ended up in the front yard. I had been sitting exactly where the other car hit us, the back passenger-side door -- my head had been thrown through the window I was sitting next to, breaking it out, and one front corner of the guy's hood had torn through the door and left some wreckage sticking through and against my leg, cutting the shit out of it. My ex wasn't hurt, and neither was my baby, but I'd been unconsious and they were afraid to move me. The weird thing is, I pretty much walked away from it after the hospital released me. I had some cuts and scrapes from the metal of the door, and I was one solid bruise from the side-swell of my right breast all the way down to my knee, but I didn't have a concussion (according to the stupid hospital, I don't agree with them there) and no broken bones. The doctor said the only thing that saved me was that I was relaxed and not tensed up in anticipation of the crash, because I'd never seen it coming. The other guy was a Mexican national in a borrowed car, with no insurance, so we never got anything out of it, period. He was sobered up pretty well by the time DPS got there, thanks to my grandmother's fuckstick drugdealing neighbors giving him coffee and shit, so the DPS didn't even give him a breathalyzer...and to top it all off, my EX was the one who got a ticket for "not yielding the right-of-way." That was the only time as an adult that I can remember feeling genuinely afraid I was going to die -- not knowing how bad I was hurt, not being able to move, dropping in and out of consciousness like that...and I will NEVER forget how bone-deep scared I was that my daughter was dead and they'd taken her body out of the car... __________________ <font size="1" font color="black"><i><b>"No pleasure, no rapture, no exquisite sin greater...than central air."</i> -- Dogma</b> ICQ#169.839.131</font>