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However, the ring will never leave your finger, and you will be unable to ever describe to another living person what you see.
Am, do, close enough.
Did they remove all the glass from your lungs or is there some Tony Stark shit going on there?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ErDx0A7TF18
You've gotten used to Viv calling you that?
:P
It was both of their stupid asses fault, since the guy in the van swerved into the right hand lane to pass some traffic stopped at a red light just so he could turn into an alley quicker, and the guy on the bike swerved through the said stopped traffic in the opposite direction in order to cross the road even though there was a controlled crosswalk a couple meters ahead.
When the van hit him he did a nice barrel roll and got up a couple seconds later. He wasn't wearing a helmet or shirt and created a pretty meaty thud as they made impact, so that was kind of cool.
I can enjoy these things more when I know no one got seriously injured and they were both to blame for being stupid.
Unless he has internal bleeding in which case I'm kind of an asshole.
a few tiny pieces remain but they haven't caused any problems
the internal bleeding is well deserved
No, this is when I came to pick the car up after they fixed it for the final time.
Then, one day when I took a friend to get a tattoo in san jose, a truck lost control while driving, and spun out into my car, totaling it. This was five minutes after I was standing next to it, smoking a cigarette and thinking 'I hate you so fucking much, I wish I could get rid of you'.
The money I got back from the total was $8,000 more than previous dealerships had quoted me for a trade in.
WE HAVE CREATED A TINY GLASS-MAGNET TO KEEP THE SHRAPNEL FROM YOUR HEART
IN A CAVE
WITH SCRAPS
I would be dead if I hadn't of been wearing a seat belt, no exaggeration.
Oh man, I finally got the joke Blake was going for
I am the least racist
Satans..... hints.....
"hadn't been" is sufficient, fyi
Goddammit I hate agreeing with Randall here, but yeah... uh.
Blake, please, what you do on the road and in the bedroom are totally unlrelated.
hurf durf
But about 16 years ago I get a call at ridiculous o' clock in the morning from the hospital telling me they have my sister in surgery, and that I should get there VERY VERY quickly. I woke my parents up and we rushed down.
When I got there they told us they had found the twisted remains of her car embedded in a rock face along the side of the highway. They had no way of telling how long she had been there before she had been spotted, and between the severity of the accident and the delay in getting her to treatment, things were looking very bad. I won't list the full extent of her injuries here, but at one point that day the surgeons were trying to remove fragments of her jaw from her lungs so they could re-inflate.
Once I established that there was nothing further we could do but wait, I asked after her passenger. My sister does NOT drink, so she is always designated driver at a party. She almost certainly had a passenger.
They checked with EMS and told me there was no sign of anyone else at the scene, and I must be mistaken. After 10 minutes of arguing, I got on the phone with the hosts of the party, and we established she had in fact been driving a friend home. A search party was organized, and about 2 hours later they brought in the passenger, who evidently had not worn her seatbelt, and was ejected clear of the vehicle. At which point it seems she got up, brushed herself off, and wandered in a confused daze through the bushes until found. Other than some cuts and bruises, she was essentially fine.
I knew staff at that hospital very well, thanks to a misspent youth and a lot of court mandated community service. So in the break between surgeries I wheedled my way in to seeing her. I've seen some bad things in my life, but I literally didn't recognize what they showed me as human, much less as family.
8 weeks in intensive care - most of it touch and go. 6 additional months in hospital. 2 years of intense therapy and followup.
Today, thanks to doctors and surgeons who never even once considered giving up, nurses who noticed every detail, and plain old fashioned miracle, my sister is once again a healthy, attractive woman with a wonderful family. The total cost to my family for her care? Less than $200.00 CAN to cover the ambulance ride.
So yeah, accidents are bullshit. But they happen. And every one you walk away from is a good one.
HOW OLD YOU FEEL NOW?!
There is a lesson here to be learnt folks.
(seriously though that sounds like a messed up accident, was she left with any bad scaring or anything?)
Satans..... hints.....
Here's the article.
Goddamn.
http://www.khq.com/Global/story.asp?S=10507098
Surprisingly little scarring on the face, especially considering that they pretty much rebuilt her jaw from the pieces. My sister likes to joke that she even looks a little better now than she did before, and the kicker is, she may well be right. The plastic surgeon who handled the reconstructive work was way way better than we could have hoped for.
There's some nasty scarring elsewhere, but clothes cover that, so who cares. Of course, the reconstructive work surgery is one of the last things they do, so there were a few horrific months first.
My mother once said that the doctors saved my sisters life, but it was the plastic surgeons who made her want to live it again. That may sound shallow, but my sisters recovery didn't really begin until she could look at herself in the mirror and recognize what she saw. No one wants to look like a monster, and an extended hospital stay can be pretty de-humanizing.
I try and imagine something like that happening to a close friend or loved one whilst I'm out on the road and pretty much any thoughts of driving like a dick disappear instantly.
I work in fencing, and I'm pretty sure they came in later that day to buy supplies to repair it.
Soon after passing my test, I also got stuck on a busy intersection set on a hill. Messed up my hill start half a dozen times in a row, creeping backwards a few more inches each time.
By the time I managed it, my car was resting against the bumper of the one behind.
Nothing exciting.
Yet.
It still runs great to this day.
I swear to god, nothing can stop a '93 Geo Prizm.
Cause otherwise, man, a handbrake on its own doesn't do that much extra does it? I mean, it could probably be just enough if the car behind you doesn't hit with too much force, but at a certain speed it doesn't really matter I would imagine.
Wayyyyyyy late, but...
People ragging on the McDonald's coffee case kind of annoys me. In a quick and basic way of putting it, McDonald's had known for quite sometime that they were serving their coffee at temperatures way too hot. Despite the magnitude and severity of risk of extreme scalding, McDonald's never took the simple precaution of serving their coffee at a lower temperature.
That's how negligence works, right across countries that have a common law system and tort law. That case could have happened in the UK, Australia, New Zealand, etc and the outcome would have likely been the same. I
Fuck that post comes across as anal, but it is annoying as a law student to hear people go 'olol stupid coffee woman' without understanding the reasoning behind the case.
It doesn't do much extra but the main problem is that people feel compelled to take their foot off the brake when something smashes into the car, keeping the handbrake up ensures that it's at least going to be less of a clusterfuck.
It's taught in the UK that when you're sat still (at a traffic light or otherwise) to have the car in neutral (for manuals, anyway) and your handbrake on. Then when the light starts to change you can put it in first and get your clutch ready to move away.
That doesn't mean that people still won't sit with their brake lights on blinding everyone behind but it's what you're meant to do.
so many times I've flashed some guy for coming up with what I presume to be his full beams on, then he flashes back and it's like a goddamn solar flare
Can you begin to imagine how many miles the traffic backed up? I don't think you can.
Wait, where in Canada are you?
Always on the way home from work because I get tired as fuck while driving after work. But as soon as I get home and step out of my car I'm wide awake again.
To avoid this in the future I took the first chance I got an moved so close to work that I can take public transpotation to get there. Which now is both cheaper and faster then driving. Hooray for German trains running on time. :P
Last summer I fell asleep at the wheel, and woke up to find myself hopping the curb on the opposite end of the road going about 60, and went into a ditch. I'll miss you, my precious little Kia.
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Oh man, people were probably detouring through fucking NYC to save time. That sounds horrendous.
one day in sixth grade, I'm coming down the hill a little fast, and came to this nice blind s-curve in the road
turns out a rather large truck was coming up the hill at the same time
so I have about a quarter-second to decide what to do, and I elect to aim for the bushes to the left of the truck rather than the 80-foot ravine to its right
I didn't make the bushes, but the driver of the truck says I bounced backwards off the hood of his truck by easily ten feet
good times
This is true, but it also means that you are walking away a little dazed from what would have been a trip to the morgue 15 years ago.
Crumple zones are absolutely a good thing.
I guess I'll contribute. No accidents outside of once hitting a truck's hitch at a stoplight, no damage, no report. Actually, the license plate holder of my (bitchin) 1991 Sable was all mangled, as was the plate. I was 16, and I parked it close to the wood pile that evening so my parents wouldn't notice (I was stressed that entire day at school). The next day my older sister was driving the car and rear-ended someone in traffic much harder (still no real damage to either car) but she freaked out and called home about it. I guess I'll tell everyone in my family that story someday, but I got away clean!
My biggest close call was driving from Houston to San Antonio. I was making this drive a couple times a week due to my work situation. long story short, I was tired and fell asleep at the wheel. I woke up still on the highway but with my tires on the warning strip. I have no idea how long I had been asleep. At least a half mile, possibly much longer. That could have easily been the last day of my life. I took the next exit, parked at a gas station and took a nap. When I woke up I bought (my first) cup of coffee and continued. I guess it makes sense that the day sleeping almost kills me is the day I started my coffee addiction.