Reality, Reflection, Recall: Trauma Unit
As the GMC Yukon truck hit the left side of my body, my spirit jumped out to the sidewalk to observe. Watching my body hit the ground, laying there in the cute little black outfit from the night before, I thought, "You look sexy... wait a minute, you just started getting sexy...get back in that sexy body!" Spirit jumped back in the body and popped up, got on my bike and said, "I'm going home." Then lightly passed out into a stranger's arms. Coming back to consciousness I was barraged with questions. A lady held my head while a man kept me engaged in consciousness: Man: Do you know your name? Me: Yes Man: What is it? Me: (laying in middle of North Avenue) Is my face all fucked up? Lady: Surprisingly no. Your chin is bleeding (I attempt to lift my arm to touch it). No (pats my arm away). What's your name sweetie? Me: Kathryn McMuffin Man: (Finds my ID and says to the lady) Last name is McPherson. Do you know where you are? Me: North and lunch.....