you hit your head on the top of the steering wheel and your jaw on the bottom of the steering wheel and as the car started to flip, you started to float out the window and I had to grab you to hold your head into my gut otherwise you would’ve been flung against a big gum tree. Your skull has busted something in my gut’.
I thanked him for saving me and he replied, ‘That’s okay’.
I was put into the ambulance and whisked away to the Royal Brisbane Hospital, I was told on the journey to the hospital that Robin was the one with the worst injuries she had a suspected broken pelvis, and shattered leg. It was approximately eleven-thirty at night when we got to the casualty of the RBH (Royal Brisbane Hospital) and the first thing I asked for was to notify my parents and if they could give me a mirror.
One-thirty rolled around and I think everyone in the greater Brisbane metropolis had come to gawk at my face. Everyone but my family and me, they had forgotten to notify my family and hadn’t bothered to bring me a mirror. At two-fifteen Edith and James walked in and on seeing me
Edith ‘Oh my God, look at your face’.
James just looked in total disbelief and said, ‘Shit.’
Amelia ‘Quick, give me a mirror please, I haven’t seen myself yet, these bastards won’t do a thing for anyone’.
As Edith fossicked in her handbag looking for a mirror, I told her and James what had happened.
Edith ‘What time was the accident?’
Amelia ‘About five past eleven’.
Edith ‘Don’t give me that, they rang me at about five to two and said that you had just been brought in and that the accident had happened thirty minutes ago’
Amelia ‘Bullshit, I’ve been sitting here since eleven-thirty pleading with them to call you, ring Channel Seven and ask Brian Cahill, he was the one who rang for the ambulance’.
I could tell by the look on her face that she didn’t believe a word I said.
Edith ‘They said you’d have to stay in under observation, because of your head injuries’.
Amelia ‘Pigs bum I am, I’m not staying here one minute longer, I’m going home right now’.
Edith then handed me her little make up mirror and I nearly died of fright at the sight of my own reflection. I had a huge bump the size of a large duck egg on the right side of my forehead. Both my eyes were as black as the ace of spades, but my jaw was unbelievable. As Edith had described it later, it was the size of a big pineapple, but instead of it being yellow/orange it was totally black. It was swollen to three times its normal size and it sort of stretched down towards my chest.
My other injuries consisted of a broken collarbone and a dislocated right shoulder. The nurse strapped my shoulder and put my arm in a sling and I high-tailed it out of that hospital as fast as I could. When I arrived home, Edith went in to tell Dad that we were home. He was so angry with me that he refused to come out and talk to me let alone to look at me. That upset me more than being taken up to Mt Coot-tha against my will. He believed that I had willingly gone up to Mt Coot-tha, at one-thirty in the morning with four fellows.
The following day on the front page of the afternoon paper The Telegraph there was a photo of the crash. The write up made it sound as if I had been in the car with five fellows. Robin’s name was listed with the other four and my name was separate from theirs. I visited Robin in hospital a few times and she had multiple injuries to her pelvis, hip and leg. She had to have a pin inserted in her thigh and was in traction for weeks. I never saw Robin again after she was discharged from hospital and I never saw the fellows from the crash again.
If I live to be a hundred, I never want to see the driver again, unless I’m carrying a meat cleaver. I didn’t keep a copy of that newspaper report because it had the name of that bastard who obviously had no respect for anyone. His name has been removed from my memory, hopefully forever.
The mind is a wondrous thing, it can memorise and regurgitate at will, or it can choose to eliminate and forget. Unfortunately, my mind gets somewhat confused and I tend to remember most of the things I should forget and vice versa. Hopefully one day I will get it right. But I doubt that it will be in this lifetime.
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