15 days ago today, I where involved in a serious accident. You may read the initial post I made.
This post is a bit of self therapy, and details including images from the accident and my recovery. I warn you – the images are pretty tough, so be prepared.
Background
One of my strongest believes is that we (humans) are responsible for our own continued development – physical and mental. Part of being here, being a human, being alive, means you should strive to expand your horizon every single day. There are many tips on doing this – including on this very blog.
One of my own methods of self development is to follow my passions. Like my passion for big trucks – 18-wheelers, as they are referred to in the US. For many years, I have been driving these huge vehicles when I have had the time. A few weeks every year has been the rule. I have other passions too – like cooking, reading and traveling.
Thus, due to my passion for self development and trucks, I was out driving a Mercedes truck pulling a semi trailer filled with aluminum scrap august 24 2009. I were to drive proximately 8 hours, crossing three mountains on my way to the western coast of Norway. I relaxed, enjoyed the ride even though I made several mental notes of the extremely bad road of Norway. They are narrow, dark, very bumpy, old and shows the neglect of service over many years. Thoughts like: How can a rich country like Norway ignore the need of keeping the roads up to standard? are crossing my mind. I also play with the idea of becoming a politician and focus on road development and security.
The crash
I leave the storage around 9PM. At midnight, I start considering taking a break, to stop for the night. I pass the city of Geilo, and continue up the mountain to Haugastøl. I feel fine, relaxed, the truck moves as expected and I enjoy the ride.
I decide that I will continue up the mountain, and find a place to stop on the top. I remember smiling, knowing that I will be driving the truck the whole week. I have my sleeping bag, my green tea, some nuts and food.
I have full control of the vehicle. There is no sign of trouble, no warning what so ever. I rest my right arm on the armrest, and use my left hand to steer. I come to a right hand turn, with no markings. It looks like a normal turn, and only when I am in the middle of it do I realize that the turn is sharper than it looks. Realizing this, I make a minor correction, keeping the truck on the right side of the road, still resting my right arm on the armrest.
Then. Out of nowhere. With no warning what so ever. I realize the truck is no longer keeping the right hand wheels on the ground. The truck is driving on the left hand wheels only. I remember considering turning left to force it back down. But there is no room for that kind of maneuver, not is it time. Before I get to do anything, the whole vehicle is sliding along the tarmac on its left side. It fell over. A huge noise – first a bang, then a terrible scratching noise.
In a flash, I remember visiting the ice training facility one year earlier, and learning how the mass and weight of a semi trailer totally controls the small pulling truck in front of it – when control is lost. And I realize that there is nothing I can do. The trailer will play with the truck – and myself – as a giant plays with a small doll.
The flash is gone. I see a huge rock coming towards me. It is black, with green algae – the type you find on rocks in the high mountains only. The image of the rock sticks. I realize all hope is lost. I am going to die.
Next I see a very clear image of my son. His face is smiling, his hands held out, as if welcoming me, as if giving me a hug. It is like he understands, and accepts, and want me to accept. I realize how much I love him. How much I love life, and living. And I realize that there is something else controlling my life.
At this point I accept my faith. I remember being grateful of the life I had lived. I were filled with a gratitude combined with a total acceptance of what was to be. I knew I would die. And I gave myself away.
It was all over in a split second – or at least that is how it felt. And I was gone.
Resurrection
I came around some time later. A voice where calling: «Are you OK»? It took me some time to realize that I where stuck in the trailer, and that there where someone out there talking to me. I tried to breath, and it was hard. I then tried to move my body parts.
My left hand moved effortlessly, and was not stuck. My right hand was stuck at the elbow, but I could move my fingers and hand. My left leg was fine, and I could move it, while my right leg was stuck. I could move my feet and toes. This self check made it clear to me that I was all fine, and that I would survive and fully recover.
I discovered that I was stuck for real. I could not move my torso, nor my head. And I was in total darkness, something was covering my face, removing all lights and quite a lot of air.
My rescuer came back, and told me the paramedics and rescue team would arrive any minute. I felt relieved, and confident that everything would be fine. So I just relaxed.
The rescue itself will be covered in another post.
As you can see from the images, the truck was severely damaged. It is amazing that I was able to survive. And walk out of the accident without any life threatening damage (or so it seems now).
As I wrote this post, I am recovering at a rehab place called Cato Senteret.
I welcome your comments and thoughts on my experience, and please share your own experiences too. Remember to smile today - it makes someone else happy!
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update: fixed the image URIs.
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