I was on my way to work this morning when something interesting happened: I drove into a ditch. The car is pretty much totalled, I think one of the tires flew off like 200 yards away, or so the officer at the scene told me.
So, I'm in quite a bit of shock behind the steering wheel, my wrist hurts, my back kinda hurt, and my finger hurt like a bitch.
And then there was the Breyer's Ice Cream truck who stopped, and the driver who came out and asked me if I was okay, and all I could think was 'So here's the Ice Cream Man here to save me'.
So the nice people called 911, so I was waiting there smoking a cigarette.
I finally get to the hospital and go through the usual round of tests. After about 30 minutes I'm sent off to the x-ray, and after that to the MRI machine because one of the x-rays wasn't clear, then found a spot in the waiting room to hang out until an orthopedic doctor can look at me.
He finally does, and this is the diagnosis:
-One broken wrist (impact fracture, might have driven a joint into another joint), requiring full cast and possibly surgery
-One broken finger, requiring full cast
-One hairline fracture in the L1 vertebrae, requiring back brace
-One chipped tooth
-No more glasses, and eyesight sucks without
I'll be staying in these things for four to six weeks. Someone please send me copious amounts of drugs. Please, God, please.
There will probably be pictures of the totalled car at some point.
So I now have 4-6 weeks where I can't do anything except sit around and watch TV, as both of my arms are in casts and my back is in a brace.