The hospital trip.

The hospital trip.

I call Sarah, inform her that I have been in an accident and tell her to come as quick as she can. I am still in a blur, but Grace seems to be ok. No cuts or scratches, and she is not crying. The ambulance arrives and they go to work on me. The pain in my shoulder now is blinding! And I feel as though there is a knife lodged in between my arm and shoulder. They check my blood sugar, and it appears to be slightly low, but nothing to be concerned with. I give them the approval to take me to Robinson memorial hospital. Another stint with the ER.. Sarah takes Grace there, to get checked out as well. I inform Sarah that the baby formula is in the trunk, at least I am thinking fairly clear.

I was driving, there was a semi… and I woke up bleeding… What is wrong with me?

I get to the ER after what feels like a forever long trip in an ambulance. They start an I.V. and introduce pain medication through it. My shoulder stops hurting.. I remember thinking, thank god. They did a chest, shoulder and neck X-Ray. Nothing broken.. Good…

Grace is getting checked out with Sarah, and advises me she is ok…

They give me a script for Vicoden, and send me packing. Explaining to me that I will be sore for the next few days, but the pills should help.

They advise me to follow up with a family doctor, I agree.

As I am riding home I eat a sandwich my friend Grace has, no food today.. Not uncommon though, I don’t eat as much as I should.

A haunting memory clouds my brain, something that happened to me over a year ago.. Before we were pregnant.. Could it be related, what happened that night?