Throwback Tuesday — Five years ago this month I was in a car accident. My car was totaled and my body (and pride) were bruised. Here is a part of the journey.

My recent auto accident taught me a few life lessons. First out of the box is that you can’t predict what you will do. When things go south fast, some primordial instincts kick in and they may not always be the best solution. The lesson here is do not judge others. If I could relive that nanosecond again I would certainly do things differently but there are no instant replays in life.

I was fortunate that all I needed was over the counter pain medications. That’s the good news and the bad news. There is regular, extra strength, capsules, gel caps, time release, etc. I’m not feeling great and I have to make all these decisions. I started with the supply on hand. The label on the container is full of cautions. In micro fly poop type. There are no directions on the container.

At the far corner I find a tiny arrow (also in micro fly poop type) that points to the corner. I think that means lift here. Pay dirt. I lift it up and there is more (micro fly poop type) information. A lot more “don’t use if” and “this may kill you” but I keep lifting. The label is almost completely off when I find the directions. At this point I’m terrified to take any but the discomfort wins. I finish that bottle over the course of a few days (there weren’t many left) and had the beloved husband buy me another. I wanted the same thing (strength and delivery method) so I don’t have to read a lot of cautions (in micro fly poop type). Nope. It was not to be. I had regular. He went to three different stores and could only find extra strength. Yes, I had to read more cautions (in micro fly poop type) before finding the directions. Then I opened the bottle. I’m not feeling well and it’s 11 p.m. I can’t get the dang bottle open because it’s made so only 6 year olds can open it. I didn’t have a handy 6 year old. Finally it’s open. Holy cow! These are horse pills. Huge. Ginormous! I’m wondering if my throat is big enough.

What I didn’t understand was that the directions for the regular strength were to take one pill every 4 to 6 hours but the directions for the extra strength horse pills (at a higher dosage) were to take two pills every 4 to 6 hours.

The lesson here is that more normal people need to go into pharmaceuticals. Rational people like me (I can hear you smirking here). I liked the old days when pills came in a bottle inside a box. The box or a flyer inside had all the “this will kill you” information and the bottle contained the directions in a readable type. Easy peasy.

There is more. The accident caused what looks like a tie-died boob. Lots of swirly colors  that make me nauseous (only because it’s on me – if it was you I’d be laughing). It took me several days to notice the bruising because it’s on the underside. Perhaps that was best. My ER discharge papers said I was to come back if I started to barf and I’m sure seeing that early on would have made me barf. (This is why I’m not in healthcare. Lots of things make me barf!) 

Fortunately, everything turned out ok except for my car which had to be replaced.