I guess I better blog bout this, even though I’m still rather shaken up by it. Yesterday afternoon I had a trip to Crewe, I had already finished my work and thought I’d just browse the shops. I found a rather cool store though where I bought Esther’s Christmas presents, then I decided to have around the town centre and found the war memorial. Apparently, there was some controversy over it – it was recently moved to another site. It looks fine where it is if you ask me. After I had finished looking at it I decided to head back to the bus station. I was about to cross over at a sharp bend and a car came round the corner. I’m not sure how it happened because it was too fast, but next thing I knew, I had hit it. My right footplate was broken and I was shook.

The driver got out and pretty soon other by standers came. I still don’t have my lightwriter; I didn’t know what was going to happen or how to talk to these people. I had my letter board, but I was shaken, to be honest it was the most scariest moment of my life. I couldn’t communicate for awhile. I realised I needed help so I gestured towards my bag and pointed towards the front pocket, hoping my address book was still in there. It was, and I got one of them to call Esther. Wednesday’s is her day off, but she lives in Crewe, not far from the centre of town, plus she understands me. She came down and was able to straighten out the driver of the car with my details and I gave him mine. The front left bumper of his car was rather scratched.

After that I went home with Esther. I was still rather shaken and scared and worried. She called my Dad to explain what had happened and Dad came over. Thank fuck I don’t live too far away, and thank fuck for Esther and her family. Dad put the wheelchair in the back of the van and took me back to campus. I must have the best parents ever.

In way, it is a serious set back to my independence. I don’t think I want to go out on my own again. Yet, on the other hand, the fact is I handled it: I got myself out of this pickle. Paradoxically, my confidence is both boosted and dented.