Thread:ImLola/@comment-35145157-20180419181545/@comment-35319541-20180426024420

Oh H no I was not waiting. So I go slamming against the door over and over, trying to keep the door handle pulled out with my broken hand, Finally it opens and I fall out. People rush up to pull me away and I am screaming NO I have to get my son. I did too. I unbuckled him and he fell into my arms. My ex wasn't able to exit the car, so I finally let them carry me and my son away.

Get this we were in a pinto wagon for this one and the talk on the radio was about them exploding. I was scared to death about my ex, but had my son to worry about too. I managed to wipe up the blood on his face and found a bone deep gash all the way accross his forehead. While the car seat did its intended job of keeping him restrained, the weight of the dogs being thrown into the back of the seat had caused it to tip forward and he gashed his head on the framework of my seat back.

The other guy was drunk going 75-80 or more mph fell asleep and ended up in our lane. He suffered 2 broken legs. It was his third accident in as many years all drunkenly caused.

Well anyway, so here we are on the side of the road waiting help. They had to use to jaws of life to get my ex out of the car. He was loaded on a stretcher and into the ambulance. My son was then loaded in and held by one of the attendants. I was put on a backboard and put on the side seat. What a ride 1 1/2 later we get to the hospital. They assess us call for air vac. I get my new clothes cut off me, while I keep saying don't cut my jeans, they are NEW. They do cut them none the less and an airsplint is put on. Same for my ex. MY son gets his cut cleaned but not stitched, due to the timing of the air vac-they did not want to be in the middle of repair work when it showed up. 2 came on that would of held all three of us and a single. Well guess what the one for the 3 of us went to the drunk cause they deemed him more seriously injured!

We end up getting a 3 hour ambulance ride home, well to the hospital in our town. MY ex again locked in on his stretcher, my son held by an EMT, Me on my back board not fastened down to the flat side seat, sliding all over the place and none of us got pain killers. My right shoulder hurt to no end and my foot, well I think my mind forgot it was there. It took all my concentration just to keep myself on the side seat and not go flying all over the interior of the ambulance. Even then, we were laughing and telling jokes, more to stay calm I think than anything else. What a long never ending ride that seemed to be.