Well, I am thankful that Chevrolet makes their cars the way they do. Last Thursday, when I was just two miles from home, coming back from Chicago, 243 miles, a bucket truck blew a stop sign in front of me. I hit him going 55 miles an hour. I hit the brakes and thought that my life had ended. The next thing I knew, I was stopped in the intersection, turned around, and alive. I opened the door, grabbed the dog, who was uninjured, and got out of the car. I proceeded to walk over to the side of the road and sit down on the edge of the ditch. The truck was in the road on its side, and I was VERY surprised to see its driver walk around the back. He was OK, too. I went to the hospital, was judged to be scraped and bruised, but not seriously injured.
I have some major bruises from the seat and shoulder belts, possibly a cracked rib low on my left side, and a strange nerve thing in my upper lip, left side and my teeth on that side. That means more doctors tomorrow.
Dave is doing fine. I was in Chicago because he had back surgery last Tuesday. It seems to have solved his problem, and he can walk upright now. That is a wonderful outcome for that problem.
We need a new car, and I need to rest and recuperate. It is another of those scenes that will always play over in my mind-----just seeing the side of that white truck and knowing that I was going to hit it very, very hard.
I had much to thank God for ever since then and in church this morning.
3 comments:
Sharrie! Praise God you're okay! I hope the company that owns the truck has very, very good insurance (read that cooperative and quick to pay full value and hospital bills!) Please keep us posted.
OMG! I can't believe you escaped from that relatively unscathed!! Someone was sure watching over you!!
I'm so glad that you're OK, Sharrie. Take good care of yourself ~ you've had one hell of a year!!
Thank goodness it wasn't worse, Sharrie. Keep recuperating, & get some rest!
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