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Motorcycle Collision
6 years ago
Salmontations,
This morning at 8am, I was in a collision. It was a beautiful foggy morning and I was on my way to class. I turned left onto S 19th St from Proctor and was heading towards Union. Between the 19th/ proctor intersection and the 19th/Union intersection, there are several small cross streets, they have two-way stops.
On 19th, there are two lanes on each side of the divide. I was in the left lane, as all cars turning left should be, but the cars in front of me all went into the right lane; typical. Usually, two cars turn right into those side streets and the rest continue on 19th. Knowing this, I accelerated to 40mph to speed match the cars to my right who were turning, hoping to merge right after they turned off, as I do every morning.
An SUV to my right was turning right, thusly slowing down, which gave the Subaru SUV a gap in traffic to turn left from the side street onto 19th. I did not see her, and she did not see me. She drove out in front of me, saw me, panic stopped instead to accelerating to get across the street. At 40mph, I had 2-3 car lengths between me and the Subaru. The road was wet from the mist and I attempted a full stop. Swerving to the right would have thrown me into the side of another car, and swerving left would have thrown me Into oncoming traffic. I couldn't stop in time and I t-boned the Subaru.
When I realized this was it, I closed my eyes, not wanting to see what happened. I heard the crash, I was thrown forward from my bike and flipped while airborne, it felt. Then I felt my whole body slam against the pavement. Immediately, the pain began. I opened by eyes and saw Sarah on her right side, still running. She held on as long as she could before sputterinf off. Two nurses on their way to work came to my aid and an older gentleman knelt down, placing a blanket over me. Someone had called an ambulance. I was crying, reaching out to Sarah, trying to reach her. Her front end was smashed up. Her front cowl was in pieces, the headlight was dangling, and the front axle was holding on by a thread. A river of coolant made its way to my immobilized body, nearly reaching me before a man placed his foot in its path and diverted it. Blood was flowing from my nose, dripping onto the asphalt and my helmet. All I could do was cry and reel in my physical and emotional pain. In a flash, I lost all of my valuables. My bike was totalled, my laptop wouldn't turn on, and I was going to miss my classes.
The paramedics and fire department showed up and asked me some questions, proceeding to cut my pants, underwear, shirt, and boots off. That upset me. That was the only long sleeve shirt I had left. Those pants were the coolest I had, and those boot laces are irreplaceable.
They moved me, in agony, onto a stretcher. I identified where the pain was. My right knee, I could barely move, my left leg was able to move just fine, though. All it had was a deep and long laceration. My right testicle, however, was badly bruised and every time it shifted, it was like being kicked between the legs ten times. My right knee, they found, was fractured.
In the ER and Trauma room, I just closed my eyes and balled, the pain was everpresent and all consuming. They gave me a dose of fentanyl, which calmed me down, and took x-rays of my legs and abdomen. They then proceeded to take me to the CT scan room.
They found that there was abnormal fluid in my pelvis and wanted to monitor me overnight. I got an immobilizer for my right leg to prevent it from moving, thankfully. They also used tape and glue to close the laceration on my left knee.
Someone finally got around to ultrasounding my right testicle to see the damage. It was bruised, swelled, and there was a buildup of fluid around it. The aching would go away in time, it was just a bruise.
I spent the rest of the day in dread, pain, and uncertainty. My bike was gone, my laptop was gone, my phone was lost, and I won't be able to walk without crutches for ten whole weeks. Will I be able to go to my classes? Will I fall behind? Will I be compensated for all this damage?
There is no way I can get back on my feet without it.
Right now, I can tolerate the pain in my right knee without morphine injections. My mind feels clearer.
I hope I can stay on top of my classwork and get back on my feet soon. And I hope I can get that compensation, if not, I'm capital F Fucked.
On 19th, there are two lanes on each side of the divide. I was in the left lane, as all cars turning left should be, but the cars in front of me all went into the right lane; typical. Usually, two cars turn right into those side streets and the rest continue on 19th. Knowing this, I accelerated to 40mph to speed match the cars to my right who were turning, hoping to merge right after they turned off, as I do every morning.
An SUV to my right was turning right, thusly slowing down, which gave the Subaru SUV a gap in traffic to turn left from the side street onto 19th. I did not see her, and she did not see me. She drove out in front of me, saw me, panic stopped instead to accelerating to get across the street. At 40mph, I had 2-3 car lengths between me and the Subaru. The road was wet from the mist and I attempted a full stop. Swerving to the right would have thrown me into the side of another car, and swerving left would have thrown me Into oncoming traffic. I couldn't stop in time and I t-boned the Subaru.
When I realized this was it, I closed my eyes, not wanting to see what happened. I heard the crash, I was thrown forward from my bike and flipped while airborne, it felt. Then I felt my whole body slam against the pavement. Immediately, the pain began. I opened by eyes and saw Sarah on her right side, still running. She held on as long as she could before sputterinf off. Two nurses on their way to work came to my aid and an older gentleman knelt down, placing a blanket over me. Someone had called an ambulance. I was crying, reaching out to Sarah, trying to reach her. Her front end was smashed up. Her front cowl was in pieces, the headlight was dangling, and the front axle was holding on by a thread. A river of coolant made its way to my immobilized body, nearly reaching me before a man placed his foot in its path and diverted it. Blood was flowing from my nose, dripping onto the asphalt and my helmet. All I could do was cry and reel in my physical and emotional pain. In a flash, I lost all of my valuables. My bike was totalled, my laptop wouldn't turn on, and I was going to miss my classes.
The paramedics and fire department showed up and asked me some questions, proceeding to cut my pants, underwear, shirt, and boots off. That upset me. That was the only long sleeve shirt I had left. Those pants were the coolest I had, and those boot laces are irreplaceable.
They moved me, in agony, onto a stretcher. I identified where the pain was. My right knee, I could barely move, my left leg was able to move just fine, though. All it had was a deep and long laceration. My right testicle, however, was badly bruised and every time it shifted, it was like being kicked between the legs ten times. My right knee, they found, was fractured.
In the ER and Trauma room, I just closed my eyes and balled, the pain was everpresent and all consuming. They gave me a dose of fentanyl, which calmed me down, and took x-rays of my legs and abdomen. They then proceeded to take me to the CT scan room.
They found that there was abnormal fluid in my pelvis and wanted to monitor me overnight. I got an immobilizer for my right leg to prevent it from moving, thankfully. They also used tape and glue to close the laceration on my left knee.
Someone finally got around to ultrasounding my right testicle to see the damage. It was bruised, swelled, and there was a buildup of fluid around it. The aching would go away in time, it was just a bruise.
I spent the rest of the day in dread, pain, and uncertainty. My bike was gone, my laptop was gone, my phone was lost, and I won't be able to walk without crutches for ten whole weeks. Will I be able to go to my classes? Will I fall behind? Will I be compensated for all this damage?
There is no way I can get back on my feet without it.
Right now, I can tolerate the pain in my right knee without morphine injections. My mind feels clearer.
I hope I can stay on top of my classwork and get back on my feet soon. And I hope I can get that compensation, if not, I'm capital F Fucked.
Best fishes,
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fletcher~
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fletcher~ 
Is your brother okay?