The first 24 hours: a personal injury story

The screech of tires was followed by a sickening crunch of metal. I remember the impact, the sudden jolt that threw me forward against my seatbelt, and the shattering of glass.

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My head swam, a dizzying, disorienting mess, but a sharp, burning pain in my shoulder quickly brought me back to reality. I was in a car accident.

For a moment, all I could do was sit there, the world in slow motion around me. My first instinct was to check for a pulse, but my body felt heavy and unresponsive. I was in shock, a state of disbelief that this could possibly be happening. A woman was shouting from the sidewalk, pointing at the cars. I had to move, had to do something.

My phone, surprisingly, was in my lap. My hands shook as I dialed 911, and the calm voice on the other end was a lifeline. I explained what had happened, my voice a shaky whisper, and they said an ambulance and police would be there soon. My next call was to my husband, just a few blocks away, and I told him what happened and to come as soon as he could.

The paramedics arrived, their quick, efficient movements a stark contrast to my slow, labored breathing. They checked my vitals, asking questions I could barely answer. My shoulder throbbed, and I felt a dull ache spreading through my back. They insisted I go to the hospital to get a full check-up and I agreed. Even if my injuries felt minor, I knew it was important to get medical attention right away. A friend of mine had once told me that some injuries don’t show up right away, and that waiting can hurt a potential personal injury claim.

At the hospital, I received an X-ray, which thankfully showed no breaks, but the doctor diagnosed me with a severe sprain and whiplash. The medical records they created became the first crucial pieces of evidence for my case. My husband arrived, and together, we went back to the scene.

The police had already filed an official accident report, and we got the other driver’s name, license plate, and insurance information.

We also took photos of the vehicles, the broken glass, and the skid marks on the road. We even managed to get the name and number of the woman who had been shouting from the sidewalk—a key witness who could corroborate my story.

That night, as the pain in my shoulder kept me from sleeping, I began to think about what came next. My mind raced, filled with questions about insurance companies, medical bills, and lost wages. I had so many questions: Who would pay for the car repairs? What about my time off from work? Would I ever be the same again? I knew I couldn’t face this alone. I needed legal advice. My husband suggested we find an experienced personal injury lawyer.

The next day, my husband and I met with a lawyer for a free legal consultation.

I brought all the information I had gathered: the accident report, medical records from the hospital, the witness’s contact info, and my photos.

The lawyer listened carefully as I recounted the events, explaining how the other driver’s negligence was the direct cause of the accident. He explained the concept of damages, covering both my economic losses, like medical bills and lost wages, and non-economic losses, like my pain and suffering and the emotional distress of the experience.

He also explained the importance of the statute of limitations, the time limit I had to file a claim. In my state, it was two years, but he stressed the importance of acting quickly to preserve all the evidence. He outlined the entire process, from gathering more evidence to negotiating with the insurance company, and explained that we could either reach a settlement or, if necessary, take the case to court. He would handle the entire car accident claim for me, allowing me to focus on my recovery.

Leaving his office, I felt a sense of relief I hadn’t felt since the moment of the crash. The pain in my shoulder was still there, but the burden on my mind was gone. I was no longer overwhelmed. I had a clear plan, and I had an expert on my side to guide me.

The road to recovery would be long, but I knew I was on the right path, all because I had taken the right steps in the crucial hours after the accident.

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