So about ~20 minutes after hitting “publish” yesterday, where I had written about having such a lovely day, I thought my life might be over.
I pulled into our driveway with A&G post-gymnastics and it was dark out; this detail is notable because I don’t do a lot of driving in the dark, but it’s now pretty dark by 7:30 when their classes end (plus I had stopped at the ATM, so things took longer). I started to get out of the car, failing to realize I had not put the car in park and for whatever reason, I had not engaged the emergency brake.
(That part is weird because I almost always use the emergency brake, but for whatever reason this time I didn’t.)
Anyway, as I was getting out I realized the car was moving backwards — rather slowly, but significantly — and wasn’t stopping, and my kids were in there. I tried to jump back in to put the brakes on but didn’t make it and ended up under the door with the car continuing to roll back towards me. Honestly for a moment I was so sad and in shock thinking that this was how my life was potenitially going to end, or be changed forever due to some severe crush jury.
The car door smashed into my leg and threw me backwards onto the ground with the force of the car moving back but I managed to push back with my arms to slow it. A was very smart and jumped out of the car to help push forward with me – if she hadn’t I’m not sure I could have stopped it. G got out of her carseat and we screamed for her to stay back, which thankfully she did. Ultimately a neighbor heard me and I was able to get out, and Josh came out (he hadn’t heard me initially) and then finally we got the car stopped. It was halfway down the driveway but hadn’t gotten far.
ANYWAY. The paramedics came and I was extremely shaken up, but we decided against the ER becuase my vitals were stable and Josh didn’t think it was likely that I had any internal injuries (both from my exam and the mechanism. The car itself did not roll over me!). I have a very bruised up thigh/upper knee with some swelling and pain (and weirdly some numbness along the front – Josh thinks I damaged some cutaneous nerve), but I can walk and nothing seems to be fractured, no ligaments torn or anything. I have some very unattractive road rash on my hip and shoulder. My back hurts a lot because I think I really strained it pushing the car. But I am okay!
I oscillate between feeling depressed about being in pain and not being able to run or move around easily, and then being incredibly grateful that it wasn’t worse + that everyone is okay. The more I think about it the more it is the latter. And from a practical/less “woe-is-me” standpoint, if healing takes a longer time and my training is derailed, I can always do a race further out. I’m hoping things will heal more quickly but if not, there’s no tragedy here. It’s not like I reached some magical point in training that I’ll never achieve again.
So. All that to say: I am very glad I’m still here. I do keep reliving the moment and it’s still scary but I imagine it will fade with time. I decided to write about it because it would be hard to NOT write about it, and despite feeling mortified about the whole thing, it is what it is. SO HAPPY the only one hurt was me, and not in a severe or permanent way (I hope). I could not live with myself if one of the kids had been harmed. I don’t think I will ever make that mistake again, though.
I will spare you all a picture of my bruised and banged up parts.
PS: I did go to work yesterday, because I felt like I could (since I can walk; it hurts but is bearable), because it would be a huge pain to move patients, and because I thought being forced to move around might prevent too much stiffness from setting in.