It's been a long time since I posted a page! I've been so busy! But I am trying to get back into the swing of things and finish my "All about Me" book that I've been working on for two years. I have done the challenges and also added some pages of my own. Here is what the journaling says:
Or more accurately, a herd of cows. It was December 14th 1978. I had borrowed Jeff’s truck to go and see my boyfriend Danny and I was just heading back out to his house. It was late, sometime after midnight. I was traveling along the long country road and a deer ran out in front of me. I slammed on the brakes, which caused the truck to fishtail on a patch of black ice. I kept trying to get control of the truck. It felt like I was in slow motion. First I spun to the right, and then to the left. The truck careened madly around the road for what seemed like hours before it finally flipped over an embankment. The truck rolled front over back several times landing 30 feet down facing the road. I was in shock (that is the only
explanation I have for my actions following the accident). When I landed, I was slammed into the steering wheel knocking the breath out of me. It hurt! My first thought was that the truck was going to “blow up”, so I turned off the headlights. (See what I mean about stupid actions?) Now I was virtually hidden from any cars that may have travelled the road above. I sat for a minute in silence and then I noticed that I had landed in a field full of cattle. I decided I had to get away from the cows as I was afraid of them (See! Stupid thoughts. Because I am not now, nor have I ever been, afraid of cows!) So, I climbed out of the truck and up the embankment to the road above. I was in so much pain. My stomach, legs, head and arm all hurt. I walked over a mile to a house down the road. I knocked on their door and asked to use a phone to call my brother. As I waited for Jeff, they allowed me to lay on their couch. When Jeff arrived he took me into the clinic in town. When I arrived there, the nurse found that I had barely any blood pressure. There was no Doctor on duty, so she called one in. When the doctor arrived, he deemed that they could not wait for an ambulance to come from Spokane. So he put me in the back seat of his car and drove me himself!! He was driving about 90 miles an hours. Boy was I frightened! When we got to the hospital they did emergency exploratory surgery to see where I was bleeding internally. Well, when I hit the steering wheel, I ruptured my spleen. They said it was a miracle that I had lived so long with a ruptured spleen, especially since I had walked a mile, waited on my brother, gone to the clinic and finally been driven from Cheney to Spokane.
So... you see, if not for the cows, I would have stayed in the truck and died.
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other: brown stitching by Anna Aspnes
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