What Happened Next?

I did, however, have to drink that horrible drink, contrast, I think it was called. They gave me a straw, and I had to drink it so they could get the pictures they needed.
I certainly didn't want tubes, so I drank it.
They ran a catheter. They took blood. Oh, and get this. The medical report, when I finally did see it months later, said that I had Opiates in my blood. Can you believe it? Anyone who knew me knew that would be impossible since I didn't drink, didn't take drugs, or anything else.
And do you know why the report said I had opiates in my blood? Because they took blood After they shot me up with enough muscle relaxers to choke a horse. They checked me for internal bleeding, broken bones, yadda yadda yadda, and I don't know what else. Finally, I was dressed in a gown and sheets. They sent me for scans, ex-rays, and what have you and then cleared me for the E.R. so I could see my parents and register a room as I would be staying for a while.

Oh, yes...while I was either overturning or in the ambulance, not sure which, I went home. Astrally. I saw my son, still up at 11 pm or so. I watched him turn toward me and get a frightened/nervous look on his face. He grabbed a blanket and quickly ran into the kitchen by my mom. Mom was at the stove, opening the oven door. He sat down with his blanket wrapped around him. He looked frightened. Mom looked at him, then she looked worried, and I was back in my body. They received the phone call somewhere after this.

Mom was waiting for me in the E.R. She was happy I was alright, but then it hit the fan. "You hit a pole?" "That's it, you are never going out at night again. You got that?!" Woe. Hold on... "Mom, SHE Hit Me! I was on my way home." Mom didn't know this. A nurse called her to say I was in the hospital; it's bad, come in. Your daughter hit a pole. Yes, I did hit a pole, but not until the other driver hit me, pushing me into a pole. Well, I told her everything that happened. I also told her about the woman who helped me, and by then, my stomach was getting kind of hot. It's more like my back right through my center. I told Mom to please tell the nurse or someone. I said, "Not to worry, but I'm getting hot in my middle."

She later told me that when she told the nurse this bit of news, the whole team of doctors swarmed the ex-ray lights where my films were up, and there it was. They found it and sent me down for more tests. They missed a T-12 /L-1 Burst Fx of the spine.

While I was getting more ex-rays, Mom spoke with the police, who were still at the E.R., as they didn't know if they were arresting the woman who hit me for vehicular manslaughter if I passed over.
As it turns out, Mom told the officer about the woman who stayed with me and that she wanted to thank her.
The cop was dumbfounded.
He said no one was in the car with me except his partner, then said, "And believe me, my partner is No Lady."

I did tell you that I would let you know why it was important that the woman who got into the car with me at the accident scene was black.
After the photos were developed, she was in them. Right on the hood of my car, her image, a Black Angel with wing tips, Rosary beads, and a Halo.
No one goes near or on toward death alone.

Fear is a strange thing. Faith is stronger. While fear can make you run or be paralyzed by it, Faith can bring you to a situation and make you stand up to it or fight for it.