Let's see... The only major injury I ever suffered is when not one week after I got my drivers license, this guy in an SUV talking on his cell phone with music pumped up sped through a red light and crushed in the front, left side, and rear of my car. The SUV, being an oversize piece of shit, flipped a couple of times before landing in a ditch. It was like a scene from a horror movie when I finally stumbled out of my car: Flowery dress covered with blood, yellow hair turned red, blood dripping down my face and arms. I threw up, collapsed in front of an onlooking crowd, and the next thing I know my whole body is strapped inside of an ambulance with people yelling around me.
And what was awesome was that the dude who hit me was apparently a volunteer fire fighter, so the police believed his story without even asking for mine, the then sixteen year old girl who OBVIOUSLY was not a safe driver because of her age, and I got blamed for the whole thing when I did nothing wrong. The perks of living in a small backwards southern town with no cameras.
I was only on my way to enjoy a delicious, innocent chocolate milkshake to celebrate my new independence, too.
