Sometimes I have premonitions. Usually about something bad going to happen.
One New Years Day, about two and a half years ago, maybe a bit longer, I woke up a knew sonething bad was going to happen to me. A feeling like I was going to die.
So, everytime I left my house I had to clean it. The clothes had to be put away. Dishes washed and benches wiped. I couldn’t leave anything out of place because when I died and people came to my house I didn’t want the first thing they had to do to be clean my house.
If I was going to work I had to clean first. Going quickly to the shop to buy groceries? Clean first. Going away for the weekend was almost impossible because this trip might be when I died.
I never mentioned this to anyone because, where would I start? Logically I knew that it wasn’t necessary. I knew that no one would worry about having to clean my house. I knew that when I died, whether my house was clean or not wouldn’t matter.
I couldn’t stop myself. I tried to but the dread was do heavy I had to clean.
This lasted until 24th of March of the year.
I was riding my beloved scooter home from work about 16.30 pm on a Monday. I’d just been shopping for my tea, and I had my shopping tucked neatly under my scooter seat in the luggage compartment.
I approached a roundabout which is always a high risk road spot. I entered the roundabout but so too did a driver of a Mitsubisi Triton. I realised that the driver hadn’t seen me so I started to try and brake. The driver kept coming and hit me.
I was spun around and ended up, still holding fast to my handlebars, in the middle of the roundabout. I remember swinging my legs down and sitting up against my scooter and I was raging mad. I was so angry with her. She had stopped right next to me and was out of her car crying. She asked me if I was ok.
Not ok, obviously. She said she thought she should call the police. I agreed with her. Some Good Samaritan type came and sat down next to me. She told me her name and that she was a trained First Aider and asked if she could put her arm around me. I said, “I don’t think we need to bother with that.” No way was I going to let anyone touch me.
I could hear the driver on her phone attempting to give the address. While she was doing that a police car appeared. I was quite surprised because she was still giving the address.
He breathalised her and began asking witnesses for information. He asked me my name and address.
Next thing an ambulance was arriving. I could walk and had no broken bones. My poor scooter however didn’t fare so well. Someone asked me what I wanted them to do with the scooter. I asked them to stash it behind the nearby tyre shop.
The ambulance staff loaded me into the ambulance and delivered me to the hospital. I had started to calm down a little but all my evening plans were disrupted.
I was lying on the gurney in the hospital, trying to work out how to make a few phone calls as possible because of the other patients. I rang my line manager. Then tried my family. Everyone was too busy to pick my call. Eventually I connected with my brother and asked him to let others know.
Then I had to let my mum know. She was never a fan of my riding the scooter, even though she herself used to ride one. She wanted to come over but since I didn’t have any major injuries I said no.
Then I rang a mate to see if he could collect my scooter. He said to leave it with him and he would sort something out.
Then I ran my manager back to see if he could pick me up. He had already offered when I rang to explain.
Things I found out later
- Many of my students saw the accident or heard about it before I could even tell people
- The policeman was finishing his shift and decided to have KFC for dinner instead of MacDonalds and that is why he was there so quick. Maccas is right next to the police station and KFC is a bit further away
- The vehicle that hit me was a Mitsubishi Triton and I was driving a Honda Today scooter. So a David and Goliath situation
- The driver tried to say it was my fault
- My brother has really cool computer software that he used to help me make a diagram to send to the insurance company
- It takes a really loooooonnng time to get over an accident
- About 3 weeks later a driver on a scooter was hit by a tractor and didn’t survive the accident
- People will help you with anything, you only have to ask