I had hobbled home from the hospital. Some neighbors wondered what had happened. I told them in my limited Mandarin about the accident. I hobbled back upstairs to my apartment and finally was able to put my leg up. My legs had gotten the worst of the fall. I must have somersaulted over the front of the car, as it had hit me at an angle, impacting my scooter and throwing me over the top of it. I remember waking up in pain with blood flowing down my legs.
I had only three stitches on my right knee. The rest of my wounds consisted of abrasions and bruises, none of which were that bad, but they were quite painful. Once I settled on the sofa, I managed to get some work done in a drug induced haze. After an hour or so, I got up to take some more medication. The blood rushed to my legs. It was surprisingly painful. In fact, it was extremely painful. This was acute pain that was thrust upon me in an instant. I reeled from the shock of it and managed to hobble over to take my meds. When I started seeing gray around me and losing some hearing, I knew I was in trouble. The pain was so bad that I was going to fall unconscious. I hobbled back to the sofa and propped my leg up. After a few minutes, everything came back normal. I didn’t fall unconscious, but the pain was quite severe.
After a few experiments, I realized that the blood that rushed to my extremities was mostly to blame for the sudden wave of pain.
Four weeks after the accidents, my wounds have healed up. Even a big bruise that I had on the inside of my left thigh has disappeared. I still can’t fully bend my right knee, but I’m sure that it will be OK.