John and I (or is it Me and John?) were in a car wreck this morning. I just got back home about an hour and a half ago. Johns still in the hospital. He broke his pelvis, dislocated his shoulder and is just all around bruised up.
I feel horrible for him. He looks just awful. I mainly had to go in because they wanted to make sure the baby was ok. She's fine. But I'm pretty bruised up. I have a bruise along my pelvis where my seatbelt was. It's really nasty looking. John's car is destroyed.
We were just driving along minding our own business when this stupid idiot turned right in front of us! I dont know what they were thinking. It hit the front drivers side. The front end is totally smashed in. Almost to the passenger side. John was jammed really good underneath the stearing wheel. I hit my head a little too. But not to bad. I was freaking out. Couldnt stop crying. Everyone thought I was hurt really bad or something. But I was just flipping out because John was hurt. He actually stayed fairly calm. The other car was damaged to bad. The other driver wasnt hurt. I feel so guilty because we never would have been out if I hadnt been a brat and begged to go to Walmart.