What I’ve Learned About Crashes



It should have been no big deal.  The kid did something stupid and banged up my car.  It felt like I had somehow bumped my head and my neck was stiff.  I was shook up more than anything else, but  I told my husband that I should go have my neck checked out, just in case.  He said he didn’t think it was necessary.  He put me in my big easy chair and gave me some ibuprofen.

Go Check It Out!

If you are ever in a wreck and have the slightest touch of pain, go have it checked out immediately.  I think because Bill was able to drive my car home, he had the impression the wreck wasn’t that big of a deal.  I wasn’t bleeding and nothing was broken, so how bad could it be.  Right?

Besides, nothing is more pathetic than folks who try to take advantage of other people.  They get in a little fender bender and jump out of the car holding their neck.  We are not those people.  Sure my neck was stiff, but Bill assured me it would get better, so I just gritted my teeth and waited for that to happen.

The next couple of days, my neck really hurt and I kept dropping things.  Now I am a bit of a klutz, but this wasn’t your run of the mill carelessness.  I’m standing in the kitchen holding a stack of dinner plates firmly with both hands and the next thing I know they are in a million pieces on the counter.  Then there was the plastic tumbler full of soda – the same tumbler I carry around all day long every day.  I didn’t hit it with my elbow.  My hands weren’t greasy.  I didn’t miss the edge of the counter.  I picked it up and then it was on the floor.

Medicine Ain’t What It Used To Be

After the first few days, Bill was right, my neck did seem to feel a little better.  Not normal, but better.  Certainly I was on the road to recovery – wasn’t I?  Some days were better than others.  Some days it was mainly a dull ache.  On other days I’d have a stab of pain that would almost buckle my knees.  But certainly I was getting better, surely I was getting better, it made sense that I should be getting better.

I wasn’t getting better.  I wasn’t suffering as dramatically as I had the first few days, but my neck and shoulders hurt.  So then I had to try and get medical attention.  First I called my doctor.  She wouldn’t even see me.  She doesn’t do car wrecks, but she gave me a number to call.

I looked the clinic up and it was on the other side of town.  The other side of town where I used to live.  The other side of town where my doctor has her office.  The other side of town that I didn’t want to commute back and forth to for what I thought might be a couple of weeks of physical therapy.

So, I called a clinic of the same sort on my side of town.  After several days and a game of phone tag with me doing all the tagging, they said I’d have to get a doctor’s referral and they didn’t do my doctor.  What was I supposed to do now?

So I called my doctor again and asked if they had anybody with more locations.  She gave me the number of a medical group that had offices “all over Dallas.”  Her idea of “all over Dallas” and my idea of “all over Dallas” were obviously very different.  Her idea of “all over Dallas” didn’t make it over to my side of Central Expressway.  So much for the whole “all over thing.”

I’ve run out of time today, but the fun is just starting, so please come back next week.  Then we can talk about x-rays, MRI’s and attorneys.


6 thoughts on “What I’ve Learned About Crashes”

  1. Some one hit me in the rear. I saw them coming and heard the squealing brakes. In that moment I remembered that in an accident racing drivers take their hands from the steering wheel because holding on sends shock waves through the body to the neck. It seemed to work, I had no whiplash at all! Hope it turns out ok!


    1. Thanks Andrew. You’ve been on my mind today, because I have been digging deep in material about Bratislava, which you said was one of your favorites. Did you visit the UFO on New Bridge?


  2. Jane, we’re grateful that you are doing better following your accident. We will be praying for you. Allan and Linda Cox


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