Double decker buses

Right...well...move went well. Lovely new place. Moved in on Tuesday with help from my lovely aunt Jenny who had lost her voice. Meant that I was yapping away all day! After unpacking slightly, went to a friend's for pizza. Headed back with new housemate Chrissy. She was going to drop me off at a meeting and bang! As we turned into a driveway, a double decker hit us. Called 999. Police, fire and ambulance. Chrissy shaking. Me with my head at a stupid angle. Went into friend's house - where the meeting was taking place and we were given tea with lots of sugar. Many hours in casualty, given lots of drugs and having been read our rights by the police and having given a statement, we headed home. Me drugged up nice and proper - sleeping tablets and valium. Slept like a dream. Have spent the rest of the week with my head to one side as though constantly feeling sympathy for someone or something. Mum came down which was lovely. I am now preparing to go back to work tomorrow so getting there. Chrissy has back pain and has gone home to spend time with her family - the car is I think a write off.

What struck me however was how much God was looking after us. Chrissy's car was small. Double deckers are pretty big. If we had been going faster or had been at a different angle, it would have been a different story. The lady in the ambulance kept saying that someone was really looking down on us. God is good. He kept us safe and has shown so much love. I just pray that the bus driver is ok and that he does not loose his job.

One positive thing is that I now have a doctor - haven't had one since I left home at 18! They didn't have my records so I tried to give an accurate account of my medical history. Could have made all sorts up! Thought I was allergic to penicillin but mum says that that is blatently untrue. Oops. Also found my hernia scar - very interesting and have been given lots of conflicting advise about how to treat whip lash. I just stick to the advise that sounds the nicest!