Hello Babes
I know that the last few days has been pretty hard for me but I wanted to let you all know more details as to what actually happened to me last Wednesday. I hope you all don't mind, but I need to get this out of my head as often as I can.
I'm suffering from PTSD and am having the most horrific nightmares. Plus, my pain levels have doubled due to the impact of the vehicle.
WARNING - the following EPIC POST may upset some of you so please don't read it if you think it may. I'm sorry 
xxx
On the afternoon of Wed 2nd Dec, I was deliberately knocked down outside our own house by an odd job man who was clearing furniture from the now disused old post office two doors up from our house.
He drives a Land Rover Freelander and it was pulling a 'homemade' 30ft trailer, full of heavy household furniture. He has previously called me a "f*#king cripple" to my face, and always looks at me in a very unnerving way if he's at the property.
When I came back from my volunteering role and doing a quick food shop, he was parked were I would normally park, outside my own house. I had to park fairly close to him, to try to avoid blocking our own driveway (which I am unable to park on, due to my car being bigger now) so that MrMouse had access should he need it.
Anyway, I unpacked the car and then went to get Nemo from school, collected him in his wheelchair and came home to see that this man was finishing up for the day, so I parked Nemo's wheelchair by the front door, and went to say to the man that if he gave me a moment, I'd move my car up to give him more space to get out. I hadn't blocked him in as I easily got my shopping out of the boot, being able to stand behind my car with plenty of space, or so I thought..............
He told me to "Mind my own f*#king business and get inside". 
I asked him again to please wait and let me get my keys to afford him more maneuverability and to protect my own vehicle, he ignored me so I stood at the rear of my car, and hoped he'd let me guide him out/to move the front part of his vehicle (a young lad was working with him and was guiding him at the rear of the trailer) but he reversed, then put the car into 1st gear and flawed the accelerator pedal, meaning that he drove the front of the Freelander in a straight line into me.
He then reversed again, by which time I was clutching my ribs and side, only this time, he had his steering wheel turned all the way facing out into the road, which meant I was crushed when he hit me again, rolling me between my car and his, hitting my head on my car, and then falling to the ground.
He then stopped long enough for the young lad (who was as white as a sheet) to run up and get into his car. It was at this point that I screamed at them that "I was calling the police".
I don't really remember getting up and rushing as fast as I could manage to the front door, hammering on it telling MrMouse to get the phone, with poor little Nemo still in his wheelchair waiting to go into the house. Then lots of mums, all on their way home from school (with young children ) were saying that they'd seen everything and that they'd tell the police as much.
DH took Nemo in and asked what was going on, I told the police control room what had happened and they sent an ambulance. The officers attending took down as much info as they could whilst the paramedics checked me over, but everything was starting to hurt as my adrenaline ebbed away and then my neck hurt like hell, just at the base of my skull, so it was a case of 'oh dear, query C - Spine injury' so I was strapped to a board with head blocks on, and taped down so I couldn't move.
I was in agony but they couldn't give me anything until I'd been checked over in A&E. The thing is, because of my Osteoporosis, herniated discs and arthritic facet joint syndrome in my lower back, being strapped and blocked (my head was in blocks and a neck brace) to a spinal board for hours, meant that I lay there in agony as my back went into spasm.
I eventually went for a CT Scan, but was desperate for the toilet, and they used the dye when scanning me, which makes you want a wee, feels warm and leaves a metallic taste in your mouth, yuck!
They could see that my bladder was full, but I couldn't physically 'go' so I was flat on my back for hours, bursting for the loo and strapped down for at least 5+ hours, so I had to be catheterised because I had no sensation in my right side, or bladder etc.......
A detailed CT Scan using radioactive dye, an MRI Scan, blood tests a visit from the PMT (Pain Management Team) and physio coming to make sure that I'm okay with new crutches for the foreseeable future, and I'm waiting for a special boot to wear from Orthotics to correct my dropped foot.
My car was trashed at the back and rear drivers side, but the fact that I am here and still alive is all that matters. :)
The police said that if he'd hit me 2 more inches to my left, things would have been a hell of a lot worse. So, every day I wake, I thank my lucky stars that I'm still alive and that Nemo didn't see it at all, and that DD looked after me whilst I sat in shock and talked me down. I really am lucky to have such a wonderful family.
I've been to the GP tonight and he has given me something to help me sleep, although they won't stop my nightmares, some more morphine to make sure I've enough until next week, and also a referral to an excellent counsellor.
In short, this man could be accused or charged with -
- Failure to report an accident
- Leaving the scene of an accident
- Actual bodily harm
- Intent to wound
- Reckless endangerment
And if we really wanted to push it, we could try to have him arrested for attempted murder.
But so far, he's yet to give his account of events.....
Well my lovely Babes, we're having CCTV put in, to go with the house alarm and panic buttons that we already have because I'm just so scared that this won't be the end of it.....
So, that's what happened.