nona5000's Wreck -- 7/01/02
This wreck was NOT my fault!!! Here is the short version of the story: I was driving northbound on the I-75/I-85 connector, on my way to work, minding my own business, when a 16 year old decided she needed to cause a four car accident. (I was vehicle # 4.) My car flipped over 3 or 4 times and landed upside down. My hair, which was very long at the time, flew out the broken window as the car was flipping and then got caught between the roof of the car and the road when it landed on the roof. (Wait. It gets worse.) The car then slid down the road on the roof, pulling on my hair, and pulled my head out the window. At this point, my forehead is now being dragged across broken glass and pavement. Fun!. I put my hands up to try to protect my head, so my fingers got jacked up too. When the car finally came to a resting point, my seatbelt would not come loose and I hung upside down in my for about a half an hour while the paramedics and the fire department cut my car apart. The connector was shut down for an hour during rush hour, and I made the local news! I got news helicopters flying overhead and everything! Neat. These are the pictures from my wreck. Yes, that is blood that you see. Yes, that is my shirt sticking half way out the wind sheild. (I wasn't wearing it at the time. It was just sitting in the seat next to me.) And yes, that thing that looks like a dead animal is my hair sitting in a plastic bag on the table. And that's before I got it cut! That's what happened when my mom tried to comb the knots out at the hospital. There was so much broken glass stuck in that tangled mess that it just cut my hair up into a million pieces. My injuries: 7 stitches in my forehead, about 20 sutures in my scalp (I lost count), a mis-aligned jaw, 6 broken teeth, a concussion for 6 months, nerve damage in my left hand (it eventually got better), back pain, neck pain. Let me tell you: concussions are not fun. You're dizzy all the time. Your head hurts like hell. You can't concentrate. I would be having a conversation with someone, and half way through my sentence, I would completely forget what I was talking about. Sleeping at night was nearly impossible. I can't lay on my right side because that's the side that my jaw is mis-aligned. I can't lay on my left side because that's the side of my forehead that the stitches are on. I can't have my hands under the blanket, because I have open wounds that they won't let me put bandages over. They say they won't heal correctly. One of my fingers barely has any skin left on it and I have to leave it exposed all the time. It stings!!! It's not easy to try and do everyday things with just your pinkies and your thumbs. Those were the only fingers on both hands that weren't messed up. Try to hold a pencil. Try to tie your shoes! It's not easy. To this day, I still have chunks of pavement and glass in my forehead and fingers. OK. I'm through venting. Anyway, look at the pictures and enjoy my pain! :-)
This was my car before the wreck. Wasn't it pretty? It was orange. I like orange.
Here's me in the hospital not feeling so great.
Hey, I used to have hair there! I guess that's what happens when your head is dragged across the street. Bald spots on women just aren't attractive.
Wow! That is some jacked up hair!
Oh, my poor little car.
What a shame. Can you see my shirt sticking through the passenger side of the windshield?
Nice windshield.
Yep, there's the shirt on the inside of the car. You can see in the middle of the top portion of the picture where the fire department cut the B-pilar completely off. They had to to get me out.
Well, at least the steering wheel is still in good shape.
That's blood on the ceiling of the car. I did hang upsidedown for about a half an hour bleeding out of my head. Yum.
Here is the sunroof, some blood splatters, and on the right hand side, you can see some of my blood and hair. Nice!
It's kinda hard to see out of that windshield now.
This is the driver's seat and the seatbelt they had to cut loose. Some more blood. Don't ask me where that stick came from. And, you can see where they cut the bottom of the B-pilar off.
You can see some liquid spilling out from underneath the hood. I'm not sure if it's gas, oil, or what. Hey, my side view mirror is gone! Crap!
There's that hair again.
Man, I look like hell.
Man, I feel like hell, too.
What the hell am I going to do about this bald spot?
Look at that big chunk of hair that's missing.
Where could all that hair have gone?
Oh, there it is! That is what was combed out of my head. That doesn't include all the hair that was all over the highway. One of the paramedics asked if I had a wig in the car. I said, "No. Why?" He said that there was a lot of hair all over the road. He said that it looked like someone had skinned a cat. Yeah, that makes me feel better.
OK. That stuff in the hair: that's some blood and some skin. I told you these pictures were gross.
At the hospital, they had me get in the shower to try to get all the blood out of my hair. As I picked through the knots trying to pull out the broken glass, I kept pulling out chunks of skin. I was so disgusting.
It looks like someone beat me up!
That used to be my purse. It was flung half way across the expressway. I don't know if my car rolled over it or if other cars ran over it.
Here's my new hair cut. I don't like it! But, it does look a lot better than I thought it would. I have a nice comb-over to cover the bald spot.
At least I have a sense of humor about all this.
Email me at nona5000@hotmail.com.
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