Sometimes when one little thing changes in your plans, you have to wonder what would’ve happened if you did just one thing differently.
Whilst we were in Chicago we had an accidental nap.
And because we were too proud to say we fell asleep at 7.30pm and decided not to go back out, as well as being in a new city and wanting to experience everything we could, we opted to quickly get ready and go out.
This ended up with a drink at the Hancock Tower Lounge – less than impressed, but the view was good – followed by some amazing Mexican food at Blue Agave. Standard night.
Then we were too full to stay out any longer so decided to walk to the bus.
We were walking to the bus stop, got to a pedestrian crossing, waited for the light to change, and started to cross.
Fairly normal, right?
This time it didn’t go quite to plan.
As we were crossing I noticed there was a car turning left.
We were too far across to go back, and not far enough to guarantee we would get to the middle.
Running on the assumption that the car would stop did not work out this time.
It was one of those moments where I was looking at the car thinking, this isn’t really about to happen and there’s nothing I can do about it, is it?
Next thing, we were both lying on the ground. One mission impossible roll across the bonnet, and one bumper in the knees.
Next thing a crazy lady in her socks got out the car screaming and crying and apologising.
While another crazy on the other side of the road was screaming “is he dead?!”
Apparently in this country you have the choice of whether you want to go to the hospital or not.
I’ve just been hit by a car do you think I am capable of making a rational decision about whether I’m ok or not?! Do you not think, Mr. Ambulance Man, that you are more qualified to make that call?
Nope? OK. Taxi home it is.
Heading home I couldn’t help but wonder, ‘what if we just stayed in bed’, ‘what if we ate near the apartment’, ‘what if we went for one more drink’…
I have never appreciated the NHS so much. As much as they aren’t great. At least you don’t need to consider whether you can afford additional insurance charges, you just GO TO HOSPITAL WHEN YOU’VE BEEN BEATEN BY A CAR!
Next time, I will go straight away.
But hopefully there won’t be a next time.
Instead, I went the next afternoon. After waking up and being incapable of putting any weight on my left leg.
This gave me a lot of firsts.
First time in an American hospital.
First time to legitimately use a wheelchair.
First time getting x-rays. 10 x-rays!!!!
First set of crutches.
And a beautiful knee immobiliser to finish off the summer look.
Yep, they’re all things I didn’t have on the bucket list for this year.
The only thing we had planned for the day was to eat pancakes for breakfast.
So 13 hours after dinner, we finally went for breakfast.
I hopped to IHOP!!!
It seemed more sensible to fly home the next afternoon and get a hotel near the airport, instead of getting on a 14 hour bus journey.
Although that was painful. It definitely wasn’t as bad as a bus would have been!!