Looking Up

Five to six inches (13-15 cm) of heavy wet snow. Poorly plowed roads. Fallen tree. I stopped. The woman behind me didn't.

Nothing like starting your morning by being extricated (<-- the fire department's word; not mine) from your car. Because I'd mentioned head and neck pain, I was strapped to a backboard and spent much of the morning supine while I experienced a montage of views looking up -- the stormy clouds that were still dumping snow, the ceiling of the ambulance, the ceiling of the ER hallways and treatment rooms, and the x-ray machine hanging down from the ceiling of the x-ray room.

Fortunately, nothing at all was wrong with my daughter. My neck wasn't broken (but we were all pretty sure of that from the get go, as I was able to get out of the car and see that my bumper had just a few scratches while the other driver's whole front end crumpled).

I was sent home with some muscle relaxers and spent the the rest of the day looking up at the ceiling of my bedroom.