So, today was my birthday. Turning 27 years old. Slept in till early afternoon, was playing a little Left 4 Dead on my xbox 360, was waiting while mom cooked pork chops for dinner. Everything was going fine.
Then dad gets home. And he decides he wants a lemon pie from Superstore. Instead of going to get it himself, he decides to send me. Off I go, grumbling to myself, and pull out onto the main road.
I only just made it past the next street over.
Just past Floral Heights Drive, the next street over from mine, the road takes a curve to the left. I had just reached the curve and was accelerating up to the speed limit when a blur came out of nowhere, and BAM! Next thing I know I'm on the other side of the road, facing in the complete opposite direction, both driver's side windows and the front passenger window shattered, the airbags both deployed, and the smell of burned metal thick in my sinuses. I'd been hit by a truck that missed the curve and t-boned me in the front end. The left front wheel was bent at a 90-degree angle outward. Driver's door was mangled, and there was blood all over me.
Someone else called an ambulance. I managed to get out my phone and call my parents. Had to wait until Fire Rescue arrived and cut the car door off to get me out. The car was totaled.
Turned out Jerk In Truck had been in a diabetic crisis and had been swerving and weaving for a good four miles. He'd almost hit two or three other people. Why in hell was he even in that truck? Why had anyone let him drive? Why had he not checked his blood sugar?
I was in the car for a good twenty minutes to half an hour before the EMTs and firemen got me out, watching smoke rising from the dash and smelling burnt metal. Spent another three hours in the hospital. I have two stitches in my lower lip, several nasty cuts, and my neck and upper chest were flayed by flying glass. It looks like a rash, a raw, painful rash. I was covered in blood when I got to the hospital, and so covered in broken glass that I was leaving piles and trails of it everywhere. The nurses were commenting on how much glass there was on the stretcher, on the backboard, and after I got my bloody clothes off Housekeeping had to be called to get the glass off the bathroom floor. Mom was picking it off my neck and back for a good hour.
This has been one of those birthdays you remember, but for all the wrong reasons.
Listening to: Our Song Comes On - Kristina Maria
Reading: A Wing and A Prayer by Atalan
Watching: Kingdom Hospital
Playing: Left 4 Dead/War For Cybertron
Drinking: milk and Pepsi