Retired hurt...

Home - Travel- return journey- mishap- hospital - home.
I ususally try to avoid being seated in the middle seat but that fortunate day , I was, in the process being saved from grave injuries. Thaank my angels.
I tried looking the other way just to avoid the sight of the injured mother and child bleeding from their heads.
As I stood speechless at the sight of the a huge metal box called bus which looked out of shape due to the impact of the collision it had.
As I stood waiting to be given medical attention all I could see was people moaning in pain, the sad faces,smell of antiseptics and people crying out in pain. I stood there twisting my fingers as the pain grew, it came and went and I kept standing, not knowing where to go, I took up my mobile called up home and informed my mom who by the time was anxious and was worried. People tried to help and as some pointed their fingers to all directions pointing to the X-ray dept, the Dental dept and the OP registration counter, after a frantic search I finally managed to get some help for my wound and the resultant bloodloss.

After 2 hours of gruelling pain and questioning I wait for my friend to turn up .
She comes running and is anxious about my wound and the my general condition. She is such a sweetie. I just knew she would come and it was a relief to see a familiar face. Everything done and the wound stitched up and dressed I walked to our vehicle and zip past the accident site in under a second, a passing glance at the bus, a sight I will never forget. Exactly 90 mins of travel and I am home.
So what did I learn from my experience? Well a number of things, You need to be really lucky to survive an accident, you need to carry some extra money which I had, Keep your cool and try not to start crying at the sight of blood of serious injury.
Back home friends started calling up and asking what had happened.... as always my closest friends made it a point to call. Thank you guys.... I know Iam lucky to have some great friends.
No matter how tough you are you end to shed some tears after a while. I had hit the point where I did breakdown for a few mins. but was early to stop doing that.

I asked myself Why me Why me but everything has reason. Made some new acquaintances, learned to deal with panicky people and injured victims......emotionally deficient policemen and above all the helping mentality of a passerby. He helped us reach the hosp in his car, dont know who he is... Wish I could thank him.
Phew...

And I havent hurt my head or most importantly my brain I am perfectly sane and normal (thats what I think). That was great news...

In bollywood movies a head or any injury above neck meant amnesia and the victims woulsd sit up and ask - aap kaun scenes. Iam Miss. ABCD and not MRS. XYZA. (I know that aint funny but..... )