Counting my lucky stars and thanking God after what happened today. If it weren't for my best friend Robert, I would have likely died today, on Christmas Eve. That man saved my life. Talk about a Christmas Miracle, because that man is.
Me and Robert were at his Uncle Buddy's garage to bring home the spare 454 for his Chevy dualie. We used the engine hoist to put the engine on our home-made dolly, strapped it down, and proceeded to tow it to the trailer. Robert was pulling it up the trailer ramp and I was behind it, pushing it. Damn thing broke its straps on the ramp incline and headed my way. Flipped right on top of me. I was sandwiched between it and the concrete driveway with my hand up by my head, face in the concrete. I was pinned under it from about halfway down my back to my head. (I'm a little guy.) Don't think I've ever been in so much pain, and I've hurt myself more times than I can count. But Robert, he runs down the ramp, and with strength I didn't figure he had, pushed that thing off top of me. Robert's all over me, holding my head in his lap and trying to stop the bleeding from the back of my head, where I reckon something on the engine got me. Soaked it all up in his shirt. I lay there for a couple minutes, hardly knowing what was going on other than my head, wrist, and back were on fire. Felt the blood all warm all over me, too. Little bit I could think, I thought I was gonna die.
I didn't, obviously, cos I'm sitting here typing this. After about fifteen minutes, so Robert says, I sat up and asked for a cigarette. He lit me up and continued holding his shirt to my head. It stopped bleeding for the time being shortly after, and he sorta tested me for the known signs of a concussion. Figured I was okay. Asked me if I wanted to go to the hospital, and I told him hell no. It's wasn't bad enough, I said. He took me home and patched me up, and I sat on his couch for a while and he's kept an eye on me.
The injuries aren't too bad now- it's been about nine or ten hours since the incident. Head is still throbbing, of course, and I've got a roughly inch and a half long gash on the back of my head, with several other minor lacerations. My shoulder and back feel like they are constantly on fire, because apparently the damn thing sort of slid down my back, giving me what looks like some bad road rash. My wrist isn't broken, cos I can move it and it's not bad swollen, but I get pain every time I put pressure on it or don't hold it perfectly straight. All in all, I got out with minor injuries, considering. I got lucky it DIDN'T kill me.
I couldn't have been any luckier that he flipped that damn thing off of my head, let me tell you. He saved my life. I wouldn't be typing this message right now if he hadn't done what he did. He did a real sort of Christmas Miracle.
A couple pictures after getting cleaned up and treated.