You’re going to need to click through to read this one; it’s gonna be long. It’s also going to be somewhat fractured and non-linear. Sorry about that. As you will see, I’ve had a stressful 24 hours or so, and am not quite fully functional at the moment.
Yesterday evening we were in a car crash, a bad one. We were heading out to pick up Anth’s car, which had been in the shop for inspection. It was just supposed to be a quick jaunt out and back, so we all jumped in the car in slippers and PJ pants and totally inappropriate clothing, except Anth who is always well-put-together.
We were only about a mile down the road when someone ran through a stop sign on a cross road and I T-boned him going about 35 mph. I smashed into the side of his car, bounced off, spun, and hit a telephone pole. We came to rest by the side of the road, facing back towards where we’d come. I don’t know too much about the other guy; he was driving a big boxy minivan-type-thing, and apparently that ended up rolled onto its side, but that was around the corner from us, so I didn’t see, nor do I know the extent of his injuries.
Anyway, back to us…
The airbags deployed, which was a novel experience for us all. Everyone’s glasses flew off, except for Sammy’s for some reason. When we found Anth’s glasses, one of the lenses had fallen out. It took forever to find Alice’s, because they fell between the seats. Alice was sitting in the front passenger side, I was driving, Anth was behind Alice and Sammy was behind me in her booster seat. Alice has minor but unpleasant burns on the bridge of her nose and her upper lip from the airbag. She also got some cuts on her knee; I’m not sure what did that, but I guess it has something to do with the front end crumpling. Oh, and she has a cut on her hip from the seat belt. Anth started to have some chest pains after we were all out of the car, which got gradually worse. Back to those in a bit (his heart’s fine, don’t worry).
Once the dust had settled, we got out of the car and stood in the melting snow in our slippers and PJ pants and totally inappropriate clothing. We called some dear friends who live nearby, and they came as soon as they can and gave us a warm place to sit while we were waiting for everything to be done. I’m not sure what else to write here in this part — it was very scary and very boring at the same time. The kids were really freaked out, and Anth’s chest was hurting him more and more. The entire front end of the car was pretty much accordioned. It smelled like burning inside, from the air bags going off.
Eventually the police guy got all the info and he left. He didn’t give me anything at that point but said he’d be mailing it. The guys from the fire station down the road got the car onto a tow truck and towed it away somewhere. (Note: somewhere. Nobody told us where it was going, and we spent a panicky 20 minutes this morning on and off the phone with the insurance company and the police station and the township office and the fire station, trying to figure out where my car was, but we did eventually track it down.)
Part of the problem right now is that I am extremely sleepy. We didn’t get to bed until close to 1 last night, and then I didn’t sleep very well because I was in “Mommy mode” making sure no one needed anything or was hurting, and now I am teetering on the edge of some kind of meltdown. *sigh*
ANYway, eventually Anth got taken in an ambulance to get checked out. Our friends brought us back home to change into better clothes and grab a few things (books, a wad of $1 bills for vending, a stuffed animal). Then we spent 3½ hours in the waiting room while he was getting checked out. The kids weren’t supposed to go back to where Anth was, but I couldn’t leave them alone in the waiting room for long stretches of time (especially because occasionally people would come in who were bleeding, and Sammy’s eyes needed to be covered by a responsible adult when that occurred), so I kind of felt like I wasn’t where I should be all night, no matter where I was at any given time. We ate vending machine junk for dinner, because I had been planning to cook dinner after we got back from picking up the car.
I took some vending machine crackers back to Anth so he’d have something in his stomach to put his Vicodin on top of. They gave him X-rays and an EKG and mostly left him sitting there sending emails with his iPhone in between things. He has a broken sternum, presumably from where the seatbelt caught him across the chest and kept him from smashing into Alice’s seat so, you know, “yay” for a broken sternum if it kept him and Alice from broken faces or worse. But it is very painful and there’s nothing they can do to “fix” it — the two pieces kind of are overlapping and that’s just the way his sternum will be from now on, unless he wants them to do surgery, which he doesn’t. They say that it’s going to be very painful for 2 weeks, and then still kind of painful for 4-6 more weeks, or something. I just Googled a bit and apparently (a) this kind of injury is not uncommon in car accidents, and (b) sternums can take up to a year to heal completely, or maybe it’ll never be as good as it was, or maybe he’s going to have back pain as he gets older because he’ll be a little shorter in the front that he is in the back, or maybe I should stop Googling.
Man, I don’t know how much more I feel like talking about this right now. We didn’t get out of the ER until close to 10, then we got home and then I went back out (dear friend driving, not me) to get Anth’s pain meds script filled. After I got back from there, it took us all another hour or more to wind down for bed. Today my back hurts and my hip hurts a little, and my neck hurts a little, but I feel pretty much fine, which is great, except that it means that I have no reason not to be the one who is taking care of everyone, and that’s hard. *sigh*
Anth says we should do a “100 interesting things about our accident” post of things that we remember later, so maybe I’ll do that. I’m at, like, 1200 words or so here at this point, so maybe I’ve said enough for now. I need to go out this afternoon and get my stuff out of the car (now that we know where the damn thing is) so the insurance company can take it away and verify that it is a complete and total loss. Part of me wants to take my camera when I go, but part of me is too tired to care, and doesn’t particularly want to remember all of this. Bleh. Enough for now — hitting the Post button. Enjoy.