This is as much as I remember after being struck by a truck while crossing the street on my bicycle two7 June 01. As near as we can figure, I was lying in the street for 15-two0 minutes before waking up because the paramedics were cutting pants legs up to the knee.  Think everything is in chronological order, but not exactly sure. Everything's kinda hazy. Still don't remember what happened.

Notes: Blu is a rag doll that is my companion when I travel (Japan, Las Vegas, Disneyland, Etc., etc.) He's normally on my pillow beside my head when I wake up.

The things inside of ~these~ was a song running through my head at the time. Parts of 'Living Dead Girl' by Rob Zombie. Yes, we realise the irony... #^^#

'Tank' is the name of my bike. He's a dull grey colour. He got away okay too, his front tire is bent at some pretty weird angles, but the frame is intact. *happy*

Waking Up.

Memory by Icka! M. Chif

The little glowing walk symbol on the far side of the crosswalk.

Something cold on my leg. Metallic. Cold air.
Something cold on my other leg. Same thing.
Rough under legs. Warm.
Weird dream. Everything fuzzy.
Not normal dream.
Where's Blu?
Blu?
Not bed.
PAIN.
Hurts to move arm. 
Other arm fine.
Where's my shoe?
What's going on?
Dream?
Leg hurts. 
Head sore.
Don't want to move other leg.
Why is that shoe half on? Shouldn't it be on?
People?
Where's my shoe?
Voices. Strange Voices. Weird voices all around me.
Everything fuzzy.
Don't move. Okay. I can do that.
Where's Blu? There's been an accident and I don't want him torn up on the rough street. Poor Blu...
Yeah, my name... what's my name... Which name?
I give it to them.
~living dead girl~
This isn't a dream, is it?
No Blu. Sorry Blu. 
Age. I'm... I'm twenty-two. I think. Always goof up on this question.
~so beautiful they make you...~
Birthday is November. 22. Uh... 1978.
~kill.~
Easier to remember now. Sense of pride.
Why can't I see their faces? It's all in shadow.
Outside sense of urgency fading. 
Helmet makes a bad pillow. Neck hurts. Move head.
Backpack is at a weird angle too.
Where's my shoe?
Address? Uh... 
Card. In back pocket. It pokes.
Oh yeah. Hold on a moment.
Right arm can reach it. Good.
Sense of accomplishment. I remembered it. 
Can see the person's face now.
He looks like one of those paintings... 
But he's not blue. 
Picasso. He looks like one of those Picasso paintings.
Should I tell him he should be blue? It's funny!
Funny funny.
Now there's another person. He's all funny in the face too.
Hands on my leg.
One shoe on, one shoe off, dittle dittle dittle my son John... 
There's two people now. The new guy on the left's face is weird too. His lips are sideways. 
They move!
Funny! Funny!
Shouldn't tell them... they might think I'm strange. Better to keep quiet. Shhh...
Lieing on blacktop... What happened?
Now there's three of them. Their heads just meld right together. It's some sort of funny monster thingie... 
It's a giant kaleidoscope!!!
See? One of their arms move, they all move! Funny!
Get the cards again. Put them in shirt pocket. Is not lady like, but don't wanna put them back.
Oh... the one on the right left. Sense of loss. Where did he go?
But the other's heads are still together. funny. 
Aw. Just one person now. 
Yeah, it's okay to take off the backpack. Much better.
Little pains. Ignore them. 
Why am I in the middle of the street?
There is a sign above my feet. What does it say?
Can't read it. The letters are all funny.
Airport Dr.
Thank you.
Oh. It's upside down. If it's upside down, people can't read it. And it's at a funny angle. That's bad.
No, you can't get an IV in my arm. Nothing there to find. I'm goo, see?
Is that what the street's called?
The needle wiggling doesn't hurt much. Other pain. 
See? Told you. No IV for me! Yeah!
~living dead girl~
Helmet off? Is that allowed?
Neck brace? Oh, that's so if my neck is broken... 
Doesn't feel like it, but okay.
Outside sense of relief. 
How long am I gonna be on the street? A car could come by and they'd all be run over and that's bad. 
Sense of not wanting to be hurt more.
Don't want to move. Lying here is fine. 
Lethargic.
Tank's off to the right of me.
~so beautiful they make you...~
Would it be okay to take a nap?
~kill~
Wheels by my head, something soft. Something hard under me.
They're going to lift me. Wait! Lemme wiggle on my shoe.
Where's my other shoe?
Wanna help. Don't wanna move. Don't move.
Don't move. 
Lifted up, on to something soft. Better than pavement.
Wheels roll. I'm moving. 
There's a car ahead of me.
You mean I get to ride in an ambulance?!! Cool!
I've never been in an ambulance before. Should I tell them?
No.
Bouncing going in. Funny, you'd think they would be a lot smoother than that.
~living dead girl~
Sirens. They're not as loud in the cavern. We're moving.
There's a girl I hadn't heard before at my head. She sounds grumpy/angry.
The guy at my knee seems nice. Little tired though. 
He puts my shoe on my stomach so I know it's there.
Thank you.
Heh.
Funny Funny.
First time in an ambulance and I can't even see where we're going/what's it like. I'm in a neck brace.
Should I tell the guy that? The lady might snap at me.
No, he looks tired.
Don't want them to think I'm getting hysterical and babbling either.
It's dark in here.
Funny funny.

Fin.

What I escaped with: Funky Concussion, neck just shy of snapping, sprained/torn left knee and various bruises. And the song 'Living Dead Girl' by Rob Zombie stuck in my head for the next two days. Heh. ^^;;

Learned to use crutches pretty quick tho...