The Anchorman and I were in a car accident on Tuesday evening this past week.
We are both fine.
I am stiff and sore and my left leg is bruised up.
We have a Jacuzzi in the en suite it helps to ease the aches.
We are very thankful that all is well that ends well.
It was a left turn accident with a side of ice fog and icy roads .
The classic sub-zero special!
The Anchorman just did not see the proverbial “2nd” car in time to avoid the collision.
We live in Winnipeg and are used to extreme weather conditions
and driving on very bad roads.
This winter season, Winnipeg has been experiencing unusually warm weather.
Tuesday heralded the inevitable plunge.
The mercury dropped
and the ice formed.
The first few days when our roads are literally like a skating rink.
It takes everyone a couple of days to get their winter driving game face on.
For the City’s street crews to shake sand/salt on our poor crumbling roads to battle back our frozen foe.
Winter roads are never to be trifled with or taken lightly.
I don’t care how big your crossover is!
Drive to conditions.
Slow the F_ _ K down.
We were leaving the mall to pick up #3 from work.
It was bit after 8 and had lots of time.
No rush…and little traction.
We were hit to the front and the airbag deployed.
I bashed my shin on something and sort of freaked.
The noise of the crash was amazingly loud
I wasn’t sure where he had gone.
The smell of the stuff from the airbag.
Smoke or powder in the air inside the car.
Calling out for him.
Then a Samaritan type of man talking.
Calming The Anchorman…
helping control the scene so they weren’t further spin-off accidents
A cell phone call.
Then a call home and to #3 at work…
waiting for a ride.
911.
The Anchorman saying he was alright.
Freezing cold air.
Really sharp pain.
A really nice lady who helped stop my crying and convinced me that the Anchorman was okay…that all my kids were okay.
The other driver.
Where were they/
Were they okay?
A Fireman checking my leg…my back and neck.
A very scratchy wool blanket in a wonderful golden color.
That blanket was really warm.
A shoulder shuddering good hard cry at life.
A prayer of thanks.
A EMS paramedic.
Walking to the rig.
Vitals.
looking at the shin bone and being thankful it was not my poor beleaguered left knee.
Deciding to pass on the trip to hospital and grabbing a cab to go home.
Tylenol, ice, crying…
The girls.
Lying down and sleeping.
Since the accident I have not actually driven.
We are using my Dad’s van and I hate driving it.
I am a bit jumpy in the car and when I hear a siren I get rattled.
The day after I thought a lot about the what if’s
Replayed the fractional images I have of the silver van crashing into us.
Thinking of all others who have not had the blessed fortune…
Of all the Police, Fire and EMS crews out there…everywhere
working to help right there…
right
then.
I humbly thank all those heroes in our mishap.
The husband and wife who pulled off and stopped and literally came to our aid…
putting themselves in harm’s way.
To my beloved husband for holding his arm outstretched to stop me from hitting the dash…
Wow…I get teary just thinking of how glad I am to be writing about this right now.
I am more present in my life now.
I am thankful to carry on whatever way the road…
icy or not,
will take me.
Please drive safely.
lisa
