The Accident

Sunday, December 2nd, was cold, so I had dressed in multiple layers for my trek to and from work. The night before our weather had been a mix of rain and snow, ending with an ice storm, the walk that normally takes me 30-40 minutes took me almost 2 hours to navigate. However, Sunday the trek to work was uneventful, as well as my shift. I was coming home, hands shoved deep in my pockets, as the wind seemed to cut through my gloves. I remember reaching up to pull my cap down lower on my head, and to draw the hood strings of the coat tighter, as I stood on the curb waiting for the light to change. Shifting my weight from foot to foot and readjusting the scarf around my face. Finally, the little guy on the walk sign came on, I glanced both ways before starting across.
I saw the dark Buick coming from my left, but down aways - I remember thinking, 'he's not slowing down' , I don't recall much after that. Some witnesses say that I appeared to try and jump out of the way - some say I was thrown upwards about 3 feet, either way I landed rather hard on his hood and windshield. The doctors think all those layers I was wrapped in may have saved me from serious injury. I do remember begging them not to cut my coat but to unzip it.
I'm told , that when help arrived, I was talking to the driver of the car, asking him if he was ok, and telling him to stay still, until checked out. I vaguely recall being afraid he'd been cut by broken glass. I could smell blood - I just didn't realize the blood was mine at the time.
Xrays showed no broken bones. Except for some bruising , and minor cuts on my face I'm fine.
I was kept overnight for observation, and told to 'take it easy' for a few days.
Personally, I don't know if it was all the layers of clothing I had on, or angel's wings that kept me safe, but I'm sure glad this guy had insurance.
The driver was a small old man, whom refused to leave the hospital until he saw for himself that I was alright. I think seeing the IV in my hand scared him. But, now days, an IV is very normal. This guy was so old, I think his license may have been one of the first ever issued. As loopy as I was on pain killers, I tried to smile at him, and ease some of the fear from his face. A cop lurked nearby. Again this is normal for this type of incident. They can't be sure how anyone will react. I patted his hand and said something like, 'I make a lousy hood ornament'. Then asked him if he was alright. I drifted in and out of sleep, not really sure if I had seen him or not.