“I Was Strapped to a Backboard After a Crash — My Mom Only Wanted a $4,200 Transfer”

weeks pregnant, and the car that had T-boned me at the intersection had hit my driver’s side door with enough force to spin my sedan completely around before it crumpled against a light pole. I’d been conscious through it all—the screech of metal, the explosion of the airbag, the eerie silence that followed broken only by the hiss of my destroyed radiator continue reading …