Thursday, 19 April 2012
Not the best way to spend time!!!!
I'd been on my way to Derby to meet my colleague for supervision,an appointment I have to keep once a month to fulfill my professional registration.
So there I was in the inside lane behind a lorry on the A38 just after the Markeaton roundabout. Beside me was a huge lorry.I remember thinking to myself .... He doesn't know I'm here, he can't see me.
Fortunately about 10 metres after the roundabout there is a pelican crossing, and the lights were on red so we stopped to let the people cross.
We all started driving on when the lights changed, and I found out I was right, the driver hadn't seen me.
The next thing I know is the back of my car is hit and I'm forced off the road. Fortunately the speed is only about 20mph at this point, and therefore my life is saved. And my car is playing ten pin bowling with foot high wooden posts as my out of control car ploughs through them.
In front of me looms this lamp post, I slam on the brakes and try to start moving the car from hitting the car and me head on. I succeed and hit the wing and embed it into the wing of the car. The other wing smashes into a final wooded post.
I sit there for a moment thinking ..... will the lorry stop or am I on my own with this.
I get out of the car taking the keys with me.... although don't think anyone would be moving it in a hurry.
I know that I have to take measures to stay emotionally healthy so I make the decision to scream. I'm not screeching more yelling out my emotional pain.
Two cars stop and the first of two lovely ladies check out how I am.
The lorry has stopped in the slip road ahead and the lorry driver is coming along with two other women, one of whom is on the phone. She is phoning for the police and an ambulance.
It's suggested that I go and sit in the lorry cab to keep warm till the ambulance arrives. I can't get into it the climb into the cab is just beyond me. The ambulance arrives and I'm checked over, with at that time no worries about my body. Now my body feels frightful and I will be visiting to docs in the morning just to get checked over.
The police arrived and told me everything I had to do. My supervisor who I'd phoned from the ambulance to tell her I wouldn't make it, turned up to offer me support and a lift home.
On getting home I've spent hours talking to insurance companies and all related companies.
I've been telling my friends and family and now here.
If there's one thing I know it's how to reduce the affects of trauma on myself psychologically, doesn't mean I won't suffer flash backs but I've done all I can to help it taking over.
But now my beloved pride and joy is broken, probably beyond repair, although I won't know that for sure for a couple of days.
I know that it's only a car and that it is me that matters. But this car of all the cars I've ever owned meant a great deal to me. It was a symbol of my survival from cancer, it was bought with my critical illness insurance. It made me feel endless joy in the summer with the roof down. Okay the down side of that was my frightful fear of dealing with snow in the winter! I'd bought it from new, it had never let me down, it loved been driven hard, and it looked so damned sexy.
Hey ho.... another thing in the list of stuff I'm having to deal with. Thank God for friends who'll listen to me!