Yup. I know I have problems in mylife knowing when to put the brakes on. But last night I took that just a tad too literally and ran a stop sign.
S14 and D9 were in the car-me doing taxi from party and golf-when I swerved to avoid a car, hit embankment and then suddenly the sickening sound of metal and glass as the car overturned.
We were calm. At least S and I were. I knew D was ok when I heard her scream. No smell of fuel, lots of light. and we talked to each other. Figuring out how to get ourselves out, hearing voices outside coming to help us.
No blood, no scratches, one seatbelt bruise, one sore wrist. We were ok!
We stood shivering on the roadside, found blankets and jackets, someone with a cellphone fro me to ring H. He was cold but satisfied that we were ok. He didn`t seem angry.
Soon, an assortment of blue lights flashing in the darkness, kind people asking how we were.
The occupants of the other car had one seatbelt injury from what the ambulance man could tell. Oh, thank God!
H took us to hospital. All loving and affectionate with D. Largely ignoring me. But I honestly(niavely?)think he didn`t know how to behave. Anyway, I didn`t say much. Just stayed calm, preoccupied with the unfolding scenario in A&E,counting my blessings. It could have been SO much worse!!
Hours later-precursry examinations and x rays done-S and I were discharged. They opted to keep D overnight as she had a small fracture in her wrist. H offered to stay. And really was good about it. But I wanted to be with her and knew I wouldn1t sleep too well at home wondering about her.
We`re back home now. I have to go clear stuff out of the car this evening. i don`t mind seeing how damaged it is-it`s a write off-and I know I was blessed with luck.
Haven`t quite figured out what this does to the general scheme of things. Certainly, I suspect H would prefer if I`d died there.I don`t know if I`ll be fit for mediation on Tuesday either.I don`t know what Gods plan is in this-just maybe to tell me to stop more often and take a break.
