“When life knocks you down, try to land on your back. Because if you can look up, you can get up. Let your reason get you back up.”~ Les Brown
I had the right of away, you fucking moron.
Somewhere in between 11 AM and 12 PM, I was crossing the street getting errands done because I knew that in a few hours from then I was planning to see FEAR CONTROL at Dirty Dog Bar.
But no, someone almost ruins it.
And before anyone goes into a panic and starts to text me, call me, message or e-mail me to ask if I am okay…. don’t do it, because I am just fine.
It was the other guy who has a worse fate ahead than I do.
The image included in this post was taken from a news article where the truck actually struck someone in a wheelchair and that person did die. But here I am at home, writing this story. I apologize in advance if this causes anyone to be startled. But there are some massive jerkwads out there.
While inside some very clear and specific painted lines within a crosswalk, I started to feel this super massive nudge and push from behind. But it was sudden and more like a jolt to the point where the wheelchair was only on two wheels to one side. I knew that I was going to go down. So instead of going down like a victim, I dropped out of the wheelchair, hit the pavement and rolled like a boss until I stopped, landing on my back.
My wheelchair had simply collapsed on itself, as it is designed to do when you want to store it somewhere or put it in the back seat or the trunk of a vehicle. The brand new wheelchair that I got from someone’s kindness took its first major hit and came out CLEAN.
I have some scrapes along my back and shoulders but I am fine. Nothing broken. Not even a bruise. But you know how they always tell you that you’re going to hurt the next day? Yep….. its the next day and I hurt.
HYDROCODONE BITARTRATE TO THE RESCUE!!!!
By the way, did I tell you how beautiful you look today and that I love you so much?
Yeah its the effects of me being on that particular prescription. Fabulous!!!
So as I laid there, looking up at the utility wires overhead I attempted to at least sit up. I didn’t know if I should move at all because of the fact that I landed on my back. What if it was broken and if I moved… wouldn’t it make it worse?
Instead I turned my head towards the pile of vehicular debris, and the guy responsible for this collision stepped out of his pick up truck and looked around to assess the damage.
He started screaming about how he just bought it and all that and didn’t even look to see where I was. He just went on and on about how much he had paid for his truck. I mean honestly, he did not even bother to see if I was dead or alive or anything else. But the person driving behind him sure did. They came running to see if I was respond to their voice.
Hmmm, amazing how a standard run-of-the-mill wheelchair which would retail about $200 would knock out an acclaimed $30,000 dual cab pick up truck.
Like I said, the wheelchair just collapsed, but this guy’s bumper and grill got a little more smashed in than what I did.
Someone asked me what my blood type was this morning. I answered “BAMF.”
I think that it was the fact that I knew that I was going to fall and there was nothing I could do about it that kept me from sustaining serious injuries. Yes, I loaded up on Norco as I went to see FEAR CONTROL, but I didn’t bother doing anything out of the ordinary to make things worse.
The one sure thing that was a surprise was that the guy who was responsible for this happening actually stayed!! He could have drove off a little angry with his front sustaining more damage than I did, but he stayed. And unfortunately for him, he got super mouthy at the police officers as I was being attended to by members of EMS/EMT.
The pick up truck was towed. And its driver hauled off to jail. And I have a lot to think about as to whether or not to sue this guy for every penny he’s got for what he did. I just know that right now (or at that time) he was in jail. Who really knows for what though!!!!!
I do not think that I am Superman. I do think that the way things turned out that I was very fortunate as it could have been so much worse. This is the second time I’ve taken out a vehicle. The first time being a luxury German automobile.
But I went, and I rocked out with FEAR CONTROL until I could rock no more and still walked away like a bad ass. So yes, I have established my title as a BAMF. Thank you, thank you very much.