a real-life adventure
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I tried. I honestly tried. But the attempted expansion of my chest pierced more than anything I'd ever felt before.
The pain in my left side raced to my spine, down to my rear end before reaching up and grabbing every bone between there and my shoulder blades. My left arm felt as if it had been crushed into its socket, and the entire upper half of my body was burning and aching. I began to cry.
"Where does it hurt?" the woman next to me asked.
A man leaned over and introduced himself as a doctor.
"Your children seem to be fine," he said, visually surveying my face and shoulder. "I'm going to check on the other people, and then I'll be back."
Other people, I echoed. What other people? Were the people in the car that hit me hurt, too? Were they alive?
I asked someone to get my purse out of my car, explaining that it had all my insurance information. I was unsuccessfully trying to prove to the restrainers I wasn't in shock by pretending to have all my senses under control.
"What does your purse look like?" the woman next to me asked.
"Dark blue mini backpack with flowers."
"Is there anything else you need?"
"Could you please take the broken teeth out of my mouth?"
She carefully lifted my upper lip and lightly brushed at the chunks protruding from my gums.
"Well," she said with a smile, "it looks like you still have all your teeth."
Before I could ask what was digging into my mouth on all sides, she lifted a sharp fragment from my mouth and showed it to me. It was bigger than a tooth.
"It's just glass," she said. She carefully lifted a few more pieces from my mouth as someone I couldn't see said I would get the helicopter or the ambulance, whichever arrived first.
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Copyright 2012 by Deborah and Brett Atkinson