this imploding heart: proud and strange and so hopelessly hopeful.

November 04, 2002

proud and strange and so hopelessly hopeful.

I'm back at work for a half day today, and this is the longest I've been awake since wednesday night.

I'm going to tell you 2 stories. It's going to be very dramatic.

What I remember

Hooray! A ride home!

I was sitting in the back of Ricks and we had been discussing the way the car smelled. Sarah was in the front passenger seat. Things were okay.

I got that feeling you get when someone is coming up from behind you and you can't see them yet but you know they're there. The sidewalk navigation feeling.

I blinked. When I opened my eyes we were in a whole new city and a whole new life was taking place. Sarah couldnt get the door open. I couldnt figure out how we got in this totally unfamiliar place. I couldnt find my book (which was really really important for some reason.)
and then there were firemen. I asked them about the snaps on their knees. And then there were EMT's and I was on a board. I cried in the ambulance and apologized to the EMT, because it must get pretty annoying to be around people who cry all day. He said he didnt mind.

At the hospital they took blankets out of a heater and put them heavy over my whole body, which made me cry again, because at that moment those blankets were the best thing that had ever happened to me.

Everyone came to the hospital but I couldnt see them because I was in a neck brace on a board. (thanks for coming, guys.) Mike hung around until 2. Mike's a star. Stephen appeared from nowhere. Stephen is also a star. I have a concussion and a sprained neck. It makes me very stupid and forgetful, (but I successfully registered for college today. even though Im stupid.) The doctor said stupid and forgetful probably for the next few days. Can I come to your house for dinner?

What Actually happened between the Creeping Up Feeling and The Firemen

We were under the light when it turned yellow and the guy in the brown car just didnt stop. He plunged into the passenger side. I got knocked out, Sarah and Rick were still conscious. The new police station is right across the street. Rick ran over to the guy, asked him if he was okay, told him to stay there, went into the Police Station. The man got out of his car and ran away on his feet. I woke up.

If you have the option, do not get hit by cars. It makes you cry.

the end.

Posted by Sonya at November 4, 2002 03:34 PM

Comments

Boo! for car accidents and hooray! hooray! hooray! for college. What classes did you get?

Posted by: Molly at November 4, 2002 03:44 PM

Mat081, just like I wanted. You better watch out, pre algebra. Cause I'm gonna rock your prealgebraeic world.

Posted by: sonya at November 4, 2002 04:10 PM

Whoo-hoo you!

Posted by: Molly at November 4, 2002 04:23 PM

Good lord, I think you definitely require cookies. But I'll probably have to pass them off through Lish, because she knows your whereabouts.

The guy ditched his car, right? So at least hopefully you can track him, unless he stole it or something. Bad bad man.

Cars love to hit me. I have been hit twice as a pedestrian. I do not like it. Get better soon!

Posted by: yukino at November 4, 2002 04:35 PM

I've been hit twice by cars while in a car and once by a car while a pedestrian and once I was in a car that crashed not because of another car, but because of ice. Every time it sucked. Every time I cried. You are definitely allowed.

On a happier note, I would love to envoy you some cookies. Maybe cookies and beer.

Posted by: freesia at November 4, 2002 05:07 PM

cookies and beer?

or how about a shmoke and a pancake? waffle and a shigar? crepe and a pipe? bong and a blintz?

no? ok.

Posted by: yukino at November 4, 2002 06:16 PM

I'm sorry about your accident. Here is a haiku to make you feel better:

Sonya hurt her head
Some guy hit her with his car
And then he run off.

Posted by: Erin at November 4, 2002 08:01 PM

I've been hit... let's see... once as a pedestrian, once in a car, and three times on my bike. The one time I got hit as a pedestrian, I'm still missing pieces of my face from that one. The time I got hit when I was in a car:
I was with my two friends R and K. R was driving. We were in Fremont on a busy road and this lunatic in an SUV punched through a red light and tried to cross in front of us. We hit the back end of their 1970's suburban and it crunched up our car like a ball of tinfoil. Then there was that creepy after-huge-noise silence. The SUV was stalled out across the street. We were sitting in the middle of the road in our little ball of tinfoil. R said, "Is everybody okay?" and K said, "I'm fine." And there was this pause, and R said, "What's that noise?" and K said, "It's Josh trying to get the door open." and R said, "Josh, what are you doing?" and I said, "I just have to get out of the car for a second so I can go over there and beat that motherfucker to death with a tire iron. Won't take long. I'll be right back."
K, to her credit, only said, "Oh." It was R who stopped me.

And while we're on the subject, don't lets everybody fucking CALL ME when people get in the hospital.
Jesus.

Posted by: Joshua Norton at November 4, 2002 10:25 PM

Wait, J. Do you mean Yes, call you, or Dont call you when we are in the hospital? I wasn't thinking really clearly. Mostly along the lines of "I dont want to lay on this board anymore." and "Hey! Ow! No Crying! Okay, maybe a little crying." and "There may be a whole bunch of people in this room being very quiet, and I can't see them. weird." Doesnt mean I don't loaf ya.

In response to all offers for cookies:

I am so freaking hungry all the time these days. Any consumable items are welcome. I would also enjoy the new stereo I had a dream about last night, but would happily substitute it for a hundred grilled cheese sandwiches.

I love you.

Posted by: sjet at November 5, 2002 08:11 AM

About the stereo, if you can go on Saturday, we can take a trip to Best Buy or Circuit City or one of those giants and get our electronics on. I need something for a special birthday coming up.

I am glad your head is working again and I think you rock mightily for registering. You are now a student. Can I come to school with you one day?

Posted by: alisha at November 5, 2002 09:12 AM

Gillian = good at the whole "Hey, Sonya's been in a car accident" School of Social Niceties. Stephen, Rick, et al, less so.

You gotta talk to the right people. (Girls, mainly.)

Posted by: Mol at November 5, 2002 09:21 AM

Well, I called J who called G who got the word out, so I did what I could. Honestly, at the time I was mostly just talking to the police and then going to the hospital (SM was already there. See above, "called J.")
This is how information disseminates.

Posted by: flamingbanjo at November 5, 2002 10:01 AM

Banjo -- sorry, I was being flippant; no disrespect intended. I know you were busy.

Hey, just out of curiousity, how many of you have a list of emergency contacts that someone other than your very closest friends would know about? I mean, if I was with you and you got knocked out, would I know whom to call from the hospital and how to reach your mom?

Posted by: Molly at November 5, 2002 10:40 AM

If you've ever done a show with me, I have all of your emergency info including meds, allergies, and previous injuries. I should start a business where you just keep my number in your wallet and people can call me after they call nine one one and I'll never have to work again. yeah.

Posted by: sonya at November 5, 2002 11:05 AM

No disrespect taken, Molly.

I, um, still haven't actually told my parents I was in a car wreck.

They'd just get all upset, so I thought I'd wait until it's passed out of "latebreaking news" territory and into the realm of "interesting anecdotes from my recent past."

Posted by: flamingbanjo at November 5, 2002 02:45 PM

The first thing my mother said was "WE'RE COMING OVER!"

Posted by: sjet at November 5, 2002 02:57 PM

Let's just have a giant chorus of "Boooooo" s for stupid idiots who jump stop-signs and run red lights, and in general cause mayhem.

I have permanently jammed up knees from some soccer mom in a giant minivan who couldn't be bothered to wait until there was no traffic to cross an intersection where she had a stop sign and the other street did not.

Pascale go boom into side of minivan. Fortunately I wasn't going very fast.

Them: airbags all around. Thank god the kids weren't hurt. In fact, none of them was hurt.

Me: spectacular bruises, huge bump on head, knees into dashboard. Totally totalled second-hand Taurus stationwagon (thank god for all that steel up front, otherwise I would have been REALLY hurt).

I sat there dazed, hearing my own gasps for breath, until a passerby basically talked me out of the car. Which was evidently making ominous hissing noises at the time.

It was no damned fun, and worst of it is that I'll never really feel safe in a car again.

Posted by: Pascale Soleil at November 5, 2002 03:25 PM

Oh, and: feel better soon, Sonya. I'm sorry you had that experience.

Posted by: Pascale Soleil at November 5, 2002 03:25 PM

josh - i did call you. It was late and I felt silly calling you, so I hung up after a few rings.

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