I don’t remember the moment it hit me very well. But I remember a vague sense of being momentarily yanked out of reality. I was in a dream and someone was telling me I was hit by a car and this could be the end. I could hear sirens and it was a very strange dream. Almost lucid, but not quite like my usual lucid dreams.
But then I woke up and a nurse told me, “You were hit by a car, please try to stay calm.” It didn’t feel real. I didn’t believe it. Gradually the reality sank in, and the memories returned. I was crossing the street and didn’t notice this car coming around the corner and it smashed into my legs. My elbow left a huge dent around a headlight of the SUV that I collided with. Somehow that elbow was fine, but the force sent me into the air and the landing shattered a shoulder blade.
I ask someone nearby to help me, no one came into the street, but someone did call an ambulance. I dragged myself to the sidewalk. I assumed both my legs and an arm were broken. A cop arriving on the scene told the driver it looked like he hit something much stronger than a person. If I didn’t go to the gym often, I probably wouldn’t have survived.
I don’t remember the ambulance coming to take me to the hospital, I guess I passed out the next few minutes before waking up in the emergency center waiting room.
They take an X-ray of my legs and an MRI to make sure my brain is ok and say I’m fine. After getting some medicine, I walk home. Slowly. I can’t lift an arm since the impact messed up a shoulder blade. I wonder if I’ll be able to use that arm again.
For the next week it takes several minutes to get out of and into bed each time as the pain and inability to use several muscles limits my mobility. I lay in bed waiting for time to heal me. During a thunderstorm thunder booms very near and I automatically shout. Shit, more trauma. I accept it and eventually stop jumping every time I hear a car honk it’s horn. But I’m still paranoid about crossing the street.
After 3 months of learning more about the anatomy of the shoulder than I ever thought I would know and daily exercises, my arm is finally back to normal strength.
I haven’t exercised in several months and I’ve lost some weight. I shock my system by taking an intense 2-hour Muay Thai class. It’s a lot of fun. But for the next few days I can barely walk and I’m sore all week. I really understand the phrase use it or lose it.
What I learned
I’m a lot stronger than I realized. I didn’t know I could survive getting hit by a car. And yes, under different circumstances it would be a different story, but most people I know wouldn’t have survived the impact I took. It helps me feel stronger. Petty bullshit doesn’t phase me as much because, hey, it’s not as bad as an SUV shattering your bones, right?
Also, I’m a lot more fragile than I realized. I had a lot more strength and endurance before, it’s frustrating to lose it from a few months of not using it. But I could have lost a lot more than that just because some oblivious driver wasn’t paying even less attention than I was. It isn’t fair. My life hasn’t even started, and it could have ended in a moment.
Be careful crossing the street guys.