Now no one panic; I'm ok. But for those of you who may lurk my Blogspot, I'm just letting you know something.
My life has pretty much been changed. In less than an hour everything just clicked.
I don't remember anything.
Nothing at all.
The only memories I have are of coming into work early in the morning, working a few hours, then going to the Eastside to get some stuff, and driving up Westover. The next thing that happens, you wonder?
I wake up on the sidewalk of Gillionville in front of the new Homerun Foods with a group of people standing around looking down at me.
I keep repeating my name, addy, phone number and social security number. I list the important people in my family ranking first to last, make a few jokes with the people standing over me, and pass back out again.
My next memories are scarce; waking up with my cousin standing beside my gurney, asking me what I was doing there(since he is a nurse in the ER) and my father rushing to see me.
Chris walking in looking pale, Jim looking scared, Chase worried and Court sickly. But I don't recall any conversations except with my nurse Beverly, who is engaged to my friend Bryan who I used to work with...and listening to my mom cry.
I recall getting x-rays, CT scans twice, and being stuck and prodded and rolled around most of the day. Then late in the afternoon I was out, walking OUT of the hospital on my own!
Talk about amazing, huh?
Yep. Can't nothing get to me.
I'm just glad to be here.
The car I hit looks horrible.
I'm lucky to still be here.
Kinda puts a little perspective into your life, when you wake up not knowing what is wrong with you.
Apparently as soon as my truck came to a stop, I staggered out on the cell phone with 911, and made sure the lady was ok. Then plop, out like a light for 15 minutes.
I can't sleep at night.
But I am ok.
Just don't worry about me...
Cause A Guy Called Kelly is still in business!