Flash Back

I had just left my SIL's (Sister in Law) house, and was driving on Pape towards O'Connor. I heard the screeching tires, looked into the intersection, and as if in slomo or something there he was, airborne. It took a moment for the incident to register.

A motorcyclist was struck in the intersection. Some dummy in a Cadillac tried to make a left hand turn from O'Connor on to Pape north and struck this poor sucker in the intersection.

I found it odd.

I saw his limbs in some contorted fashion in the air. It was like a freeze frame. I wonder if this is how people who witnessed my wreck felt? It was totally surreal. I grabbed my cell and dialed 911 immediately after I understood what had just occured. People were rushing to the guy. I don't know if any one had even thought about calling for help. Lucky for the guy who got smoked it all happened in front of an Ambulance Station. I walked over so that I could give an accurate report to the dispatcher who was still on the phone with me.

I couldn't stay. It hurt too much.
I don't mean hurt in the emotional sense but it hurt psychologically and oddly enough physically.
I felt all my old injuries flare up for a second or two. Weird isn't it?
I've had a head ache ever since.

I found it hard to be there. In fact, I think I lost a couple of seconds somewhere in there. Right after he was hit I don't know what happened. My head stopped working for a moment.

I think I should have stuck around as a witness for the guy but I just couldn't get my head in order.

He was really shaken, but in one piece and conscious. I hope he'll be okay.

What a day off.

Since then I've had my accident in my head all day, and all the crashes every one I know has had. Stupid PTSD.

If I don't sleep tonight, you'll know I'll be posting like a mad woman.