So, It's Saturday morning- about 5:15am. I'm gonna go to Golds to work out before I gotta be at work in Winston at 7. It's a great day, stars are pretty...Poe in the c.d. player. For an instant, I think that maybe I'll just go to the gym in Winston cause you know, it's closer to work. But, no. I like my gym and they make a mean chocolate protein shake. So, I detour towards the Palladium. I come off the ramp of the 311 bypass. I'm gonna turn left onto Eastchester when the damn light turns green. I've got my seat belt on, headlights work, no frost on the windshield, turn signal on...green light. As I advance into the intersection, I quickly look left...no time. I remember screaming, "Oh my God". In one thousandths this may equal a second. That's all I had. He didn't slow down, no brakes, no scid marks, not even a swerve. He was drunk. .08 is the legal limit. He blew a .21 while I was being cut out of my car. As soon as he hit me, I was in shock. I screamed oh my god oh my god. I didn't know what hurt, no clue what was going on.
I heard voices around my car.
Then, he appeared. The man that hit me was standing outside my broken window. He was yelling in slurred speech, "Are you ok?","I got a phone". "I'm not from here, I don't know where we are", "I'm from New York" "Oh man, I pissed myself" "You ok? I pissed myself" "Look! I'm pissin' myself".
That's when she stepped in. Her name is Betty. She saw everything. She saw him run through the red light. She stopped to help me. She made him return to his car. She called 911. She calmed me down. She asked if I was in the Army. I said "yeah, why?" She said, "Because all your gear is thrown across the highway"
This fucker hit me so damn hard that my trunk popped open and all my army gear flew in every direction on the busiest street in High Point. I suddenly came to my senses. "Please secure my gear. Please, it's Army property, please find my things" Betty was worried about me...I couldn't feel my left leg. "OK" she said. Betty found all my things and safeguarded them for me.
The firemen showed up first. They were amazing. I had intense pain in my back, under right ribcage and still couldn't feel my left leg. They brought out the jaws of life. My face was covered with a tarp and they broke through my car like carving a Thanksgiving turkey. When my doors came off, the 1 foot intrusion into my left side was relieved. I could feel my leg again. I was still spitting out pieces of glass when they started asking me questions. "No sir, I'm the only -spit- one in the car-spit". My neck hurt. They held c-spine and put me on a ked until they could get me on a spine board...and that's where I stayed...for over 3 hours, strapped to a spine board.
They didn't know if my back was broken, or my spine, my organs ruptured? Or how about the intense pain I suddenly developed in my right leg? So, I remained a hostage to the board...forced to drink solutions with springtime names like "lemonade"-so they could take contrast ct scans of my abdomen. ...forced to "go" in a bed pan. Thanks for the wipe nurse. ...Humiliating, miserable...but alive.
Thank you Betty, Thank you EMS crew, Firemen, HPPD..even though you released my assassin back onto the streets...Thanks to all that love and care for me. I am truly blessed...and in serious need of a new car.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Old Blog: Asleep now Grizzabella
She found us a few years ago. Kelly and I were dropping off food, after hours, at the animal shelter. Neither of us can go in and see all the animals in cages because we'd take them all home- so, we dropped off the food and came back to the car...and she entered our life. She meowed and rubbed all over our legs- she was sooo sweet and had been abandoned outside of the animal shelter. Kelly looked at me and just said, "Put her in the car".
Grizzy is what she was named. Grizzy was wonderful. She loved everyone. She would even let Peyton, the little girl across the street, come over and carry her around like a teddy bear...she would follow you up the street when you go for walks, she'd lay on her back and let you rub her tummy...she was beautiful.
This past Sunday, 2 mysterious dogs showed up in our yard. Kelly and I rounded them up and I put them in the garage. We put out fliers and alerts everywhere. We had their chips scanned- all a dead end. They are HUGE, white Akita/Husky mix.
Last night, it was supposed to be freezing. I put my dogs in the office and opened the back door to let the 2 dogs in and led them to the garage. Grizzy had been near the door of the garage. The male saw her. The garage door was cracked just enough for a cat to come inside if it were cold. The dog managed to squirm under the door. The female followed. I ran out into the cold after them. I was wearing my scrub pants, undershirt and socks. I ran across the street and into the wooded area. I heard my Grizzy screaming. The 2 dogs were attacking her. I jumped in the middle and grabbed her from them. She was limp in my hands and I raised her above my head. The dogs jumped at me and tugged at her fur. They clawed my arms and pushed me to the ground. I screamed and cried for help. Help never came. The dogs swarmed me on the ground and pulled my beautiful Grizzabella from my grasp.
Grizzy is dead.
I went to my house and got my 9mm.
The male dog is dead.
I called the cops and waited for them to come out. Chrissy and Laura came over and shoveled frozen earth for Grizzy's burial...now sleep Grizzy, sleep. I will never forget you. You were a wonderful cat.
Grizzy is what she was named. Grizzy was wonderful. She loved everyone. She would even let Peyton, the little girl across the street, come over and carry her around like a teddy bear...she would follow you up the street when you go for walks, she'd lay on her back and let you rub her tummy...she was beautiful.
This past Sunday, 2 mysterious dogs showed up in our yard. Kelly and I rounded them up and I put them in the garage. We put out fliers and alerts everywhere. We had their chips scanned- all a dead end. They are HUGE, white Akita/Husky mix.
Last night, it was supposed to be freezing. I put my dogs in the office and opened the back door to let the 2 dogs in and led them to the garage. Grizzy had been near the door of the garage. The male saw her. The garage door was cracked just enough for a cat to come inside if it were cold. The dog managed to squirm under the door. The female followed. I ran out into the cold after them. I was wearing my scrub pants, undershirt and socks. I ran across the street and into the wooded area. I heard my Grizzy screaming. The 2 dogs were attacking her. I jumped in the middle and grabbed her from them. She was limp in my hands and I raised her above my head. The dogs jumped at me and tugged at her fur. They clawed my arms and pushed me to the ground. I screamed and cried for help. Help never came. The dogs swarmed me on the ground and pulled my beautiful Grizzabella from my grasp.
Grizzy is dead.
I went to my house and got my 9mm.
The male dog is dead.
I called the cops and waited for them to come out. Chrissy and Laura came over and shoveled frozen earth for Grizzy's burial...now sleep Grizzy, sleep. I will never forget you. You were a wonderful cat.
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