When I came to, following my head-on crash in January of '83, I remember the first thing I felt was a cool breeze on my face and yet, I had a "warm, glowing sensation" all around me...and the smell of anti-freeze.
I didn't open my eyes, but yet, at the same time, I didn't really feel like I needed to.
Then...I heard some people, to the left of me, walking through what sounded like gravel. They were talking, but I couldn't make out what they were saying...so I called out "Hey! What's going on? Where am I?"
Then next thing I heard was this male voice going "OMG! He's alive!"
Then all hell broke loose...
They managed to pull the door open and I felt my left arm drop out and down.
I then said to whomever was there "Be careful of my right leg...my knee "pops out" and I can't tell you if it's out right now or not."
Well, they managed to get a back-board behind me (I was still in the driver's seat) and they eventually got me into the ambulance.
But the part that didn't make sense to me, at the time, was the statement "OMG! He's alive!" But, as I pieced together the events as I remember being told them was this...
The folks that were on the scene right after the accident had determined that I HAD to be dead because of the way my face was tore up. (No details for the weak-of-heart...
) And...since the other car had a "small fire" going on, they decided to take care of that first...and they also had to extricate him...his legs were trapped under his dash...and they could only get him out of the car through the rear hatch...so he was the center of everyones' attention.
I was not the center of attention until I spoke up...and by the time-line that I was told...it was well over 30 minutes that I must have been out.
What's odd about it all...I must have been breathing VERY SHALLOW...'cause I apparently wasn't making enough of any kind of sign of breathing in the cool January air that morning...
Needless to say...I'm feeling much better now...
