"Greta, be careful honey," were the last words I remembered my boyfriend's mother saying as I drove away. He and I dated since I was a freshman in high school and our families were very close. The morning of September 28, 1968, was a bright sunny day, and the air was cool. I left my friends house very early to pick up my grandparents in order to visit my father in a Nashville hospital. I stopped long enough to leave my boyfriend a note, in case I was not back in time to see him that evening. I was sixteen, a bright student, and I had everything going for me. I was "Miss Tennessee of Baton Twirling", and one of the high-stepping majorettes for my local high school, plus a recipient of a music scholarship at a nearby college. My future was just beginning, and nothing could hold me back. I thought my dreams were finally coming true. I had everything any teenager could ask for from life at my young age. I was popular in school, and loved living each moment of everyday to its fullest potential.
I heard a sound like a gun shot blast! The Volkswagen that I had borrowed from Dad began to go out of control. I started turning the steering wheel to keep the car on the road. For a few endless seconds, my attempts were in vain. The car rolled over three times, then released my body. My brain gave me a vision of me going around the city square. Everyday life was taking place as usual. I saw people looking my way, the expressions on their faces, I thought were strange.
Where am I? What is wrong with me, I thought? I closed my eyes and heard a siren, hoping this was a terrible dream. When I opened my eyes, I saw a man in white, smiling at me. This man told me to relax; we would be at the hospital in a few minutes. Hospital, what did this man mean? Where are my grandparents? I was supposed to be visiting my father in the hospital, and why wasn't I driving? I was so confused! I had a terrible headache. Everything seemed unclear.
The next thing I knew someone was rolling me into a white room. No one looked familiar. I did not understand the uncertainty of all that was transpiring on this day. I began asking questions, especially about Mother. All of my questions went unanswered.
People started placing things on my arms and legs. They were patting me on the face, and dabbing
something soft against my chin. Every time they dabbed my chin, it hurt, and I tried to move each time they
touched me. After several dabs on my chin, I saw a familiar face...my family physician. What relief! Finally, someone I could trust, to get some questions answered.
He started talking to me about a wreck. When I heard the word wreck, I associated the sound with a gun shot blast. My doctor asked me if it hurt when he pricked me with a pin at my feet.
I answered, "Yes!"
The further up my body he pricked me with a pin, the worse the pain became. When he pricked me around the shoulder and neck area, I began screaming...the pain was unbearable. I looked through teary eyes, and saw another familiar face...my favorite nurse. I felt mother would step into my view any second.
So I asked Dot, my nurse, "Where is mother? I want her!"
"Your mother's not here darling, she is in Nashville."
I started crying. I wanted mother, and she was so far away. What was I going to do? Was Dot going to take me to mother? I did not know what was going to happen next.
The pain was getting worse all over my body. My face felt like an inferno. Something must have been terribly wrong. People were running around me.
My biggest fear was I did not understand. Why was I, in so much pain? Every time someone placed something on me, I would try to move out of their way. What was happening to me? Why were they doing things to me I could not control.
Finally my family doctor explained to me I was going to have to be in the hospital. I started wailing! He comforted me by saying he was going to send me to Nashville to be with my mother. The tears came from me like a rapid flowing river! Dot patted my hand, and I could see her deep concern for me as the tears filled her eyes.
As the emergency medical technicians rolled me down the hallway, I heard them say,
"This is a blue light run!"
I thought, what is a blue light run? Everything was still so unclear. I was in a daze. My head hurt, my chin burned, and my neck throbbed.
As the ambulance doors were closing, I saw my boyfriend's mother standing at the door of the hospital. I tried to call out to her, but could not. I noticed that my boyfriend's mother was crying. Panic started to settle in on me...tears spilled from my eyes.
The ambulance pulled away. I did not know the red haired nurse sitting beside me. She seemed kind, but I felt lonely, longing for a familiar face. The bumps in the road made me scream!
The nurse told me, "These roads need to be worked on, don’t they honey?"
Each bump hit was like a knife piercing my neck. I felt sick to my stomach. Before I could say anything, orange bile flew against the glass windows of the doors embarrassing me! The orange juice I had for breakfast was making its way out of my system. I told the nurse I was sorry...but the nurse told me not to worry. The nurse placed a plastic bib around me from ear to ear, and explained it would catch any bile that might be left in my stomach.