01 November 2012

Heels Over Head

Stuck!!!

a real-life adventure

Read Part I here.

Now available in ebook format!

"Mom, I can't breathe!" Raz cried.

"Mom, I'm choking!" Taz yelled simultaneously.

The smoke from the airbag had filled the car with the vile burnt odor I was inhaling. I unsnapped my seatbelt and promptly fell to the roof ─ a highly unusual sensation. The engine and the horn didn't conceal the twin thud of two pint-sized bodies hitting the roof behind me. They had followed my cue and released their seatbelts.

My newly extra compacted subcompact car kept me from visually determining the extent of the kids' wounds. All I could see was woven seatcloth. Bloody woven seatcloth.

I reached up toward my door handle ─ another awkward feeling ─ hoping to unroll my window and allow fresh air to fill the smoky compartment. The window had somehow remained intact, but it wouldn't budge. I had intended to crawl out of what must have become a gnarled mass of metal. I was driven to fling open the back door and free my children. My window would not cooperate, however. The handle felt as though it weighed more than the entire car.

In frustration I reached across the roof to the passenger side window. I didn't notice until much later during flashback episodes how small the area of the front seats had become. I could see blood dripping from my face, and I could feel what felt like three or four teeth wedged between my gums and my lips, but my mouth didn't hurt. At least not then. My nose didn't hurt. My head didn't hurt. Nothing hurt. All I could feel was an urgency to get my children out of the car. Now!!!

As I grabbed the passenger-side handle, I realized I had been cranking in the wrong direction. I realized I needed to think upside down. Nothing was in the normal place. I couldn't do automatic things anymore. Nothing was going to work like normal because everything was upside down. I set that thought in my mind as I began to pull on the handle counter clockwise.

The window began to rise smoothly, almost effortlessly, and the fresh moist air felt invigorating against my skin and inside my wet but burning nose. The refreshing comfort abruptly departed as the impact of another vehicle sent our upside down haven into another spin. The back of my head hit my gearshift, and my left shoulder was smashed into the steering wheel. My car slammed into the concrete barrier. Like a spray of crystals, glass flew everywhere. The children were screaming again, and I had lost all sense of direction.

Read Part III here.

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Copyright 2012 by Deborah and Brett Atkinson
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17 comments :

  1. !!!!!!.............and??????????

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    1. Suspense, right?!? :) Just wait until Part 24...

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  2. I started by looking at your beautiful snowflake patterns, then the lovely biking photos and then started reading your harrowing account of your accident. 15 years ago I was hit by a car walking across a lighted crosswalk and probably faced a similar road back to your own. Life is full of 'bumps' but the fabulous Internet helps us realize we are not alone in our journey. You are an inspiration!
    Cheers
    Gerry in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada

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    1. Thank you, Gerry. I'm so glad you were able to recover from your accident. That must have been terrifying. At least I was somewhat protected by the car when I got hit... you were full body on!!!

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  3. Good thing you are telling this story

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  4. I have been spun but have never been flipped

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    1. I'm glad you've never flipped! That is not something I'd wish on anyone!!!

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  5. I´m so sorry. Maybe it is time to write it down to come to a closure. :)

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    1. Thank you! I wrote the first few chapters in 1996 in a couple of midnight oil sessions. I wrote the ending about ten years later. When I picked it up again in September of 2012, I decided I do finally have closure now, and maybe someone else can benefit from the retelling. That's what I hope, anyway...

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  6. Dang, it just gets worse. What will happen next week? (Do I really want to know? Yes, I do.)




    (please let it not be a speeding semi)

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    1. Um, it WAS a semi that hit me... are you psychic?!? :)

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  7. I take it from the comments that this actually happened to you? My goodness... you certainly are telling it in a gripping way. I'm glad that I know that you're okay today.

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    1. Thank you, KB. Yes, it's real, and it's a part of who I am now. It took a while to be "okay" again. I hope the re-telling serves a good purpose.

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    1. Sometimes when I re-read this, I am speechless, too, Gor, even after all these years.

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  9. What terrible memories. At least I know you DID survive so I don't need to worry about that!

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    1. Yep, I survived! Lived to tell! And to keep right on shooting!

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