This poor child of mine is really having a tough month. First rotavirus, then getting hit by a truck...and now..............
That's right....hives.
This poor child. She looks awful (although she clearly couldn't care less about it)

Yes ladies and gentleman, that is the grill of a Ford F-150...and if you can picture it going about 25 miles an hour, that would be what I saw in that moment. I take a shocked gasp knowning that I would be struck and that there was nothing I could do about it and sure enough...BOOM! Dude slams right into me and Misha (being secure in the stroller). I am fairly sure my feet left the planet momentarily. I have many thoughts fly through my mind as I fly toward an eventual landing..."Oh my gosh, I can't believe I just got hit by a truck"..."What happened to Misha?!?!"...and mostly..."PLEASE LET HER BE OK!". I do hit the ground and immediately get up and try to rush over to Misha...rushing at this point was a bit slow seeing as how I was in a fair amount of pain. Dude gets out of his truck and says, "Ma'am, you shouldn't have been in the middle of the road." I say, "Sir, I had the right of way!". Perhaps if I had not been in so much pain and worried so much about Misha as I was "rushing" over to her, I may have taken the time to hit him instead of tell him I had the right of way...we all know I hit like a dude and I would have been effective in my communication. By this time I finally make it over to my screaming girl who, miraculously, is still in the stroller. You will note in the picture above that the seat portion attaches (it actually clicks in) right at the front wheel. From what I could see whilst I was hurdling through the atmosphere, it never tipped, rolled, or flipped over. She simply slid 90 degrees to the left, and the seat portion came unclipped so that she was laying down instead of sitting up. Dude tried to start taking her out of the stroller, and 4-5 people came crowding around. I told him to leave her as she was, that I was an EMT and it was best to leave her in that position until the paramedics came. Realizing that there was really nothing I could do for her at that point and that I was in a fair amount of pain, I laid down right there in the road. We were all but a block from the Ranson police department, so they showed up pretty quick. We were a half mile from the Ambulance Authority of Jefferson County, so the medics came at an impressively speedy pace as well. As I lay in the road, I called our good friend Pam Harmon (who we also have watch Misha when we are at work) using a bystander's phone to tell her that I hadn't been able to get a hold of Jerry all day and I need someone to be with Misha in the ER because clearly I wasn't going to be able to be with her. That sweet woman and dear friend dropped all she was doing and met us at the ER. (THANK YOU PAM!!!) I prayed...A LOT..."Please, just let Misha be alright...PLEASE...let her be alright." I saw a familiar face in the EMTs and fire fighters who showed up on scene from Independent Fire Company (whom we volunteered with when we first moved here) and told him I needed someone to contact Jerry at Lansdowne ER where he was doing his clinicals that day. He calmly reassured me a few minutes later he had gotten a hold of Tyree Kable (another person we had volunteered with and who also works for Loudoun County Fire and helped Jerry be prepared for and know what to expect in recruit school) and that Tyree would let Jerry know. (I came to find out later that Jer was actually contacted by a Loudoun County deputy and was told that way...Tyree also called him to let him know and to offer to drive him to the hospital if he didn't feel up to it, and was kind enough to notify Jerry's bosses about the situation...we are deeply indebted to his kindness and thoughtfulness). The EMTs then put me on a backboard as I watched them put Misha in a "papoose" (a child sized, although not as stiff, backboard).
I must say, it is MUCH more fun being the EMT than the patient. They loaded us both into the ambulance (by which time Misha was calm and easily consoled by the wonderful EMT Mary Ann), started an IV in me and hauled us away. By the time we got to the hospital(the short mile drive didn't take long!), Jerry had contacted the hospital and I was told he would be there within an hour. So, as I laid very uncomfortably on the backboard (my whole right side was killing me, especially from my hip down) I was asked all the standard questions..."Are you allergic to anything?"..."How much do you weigh?" (162 lbs.! and I better have left a dent!!!)..."What's your address and home phone number?"...blah blah blah...all the while hearing Misha crying once in a while in the other room (more about being restrained than about the bump that appeared VERY quickly after the impact)I found this quite amusing today...especially since it kinda applies to me. The first minute and 45 seconds is the best...no need to watch past that.