The next thing I remember is a Paramedic hovering over me. I was already in a neck brace, on a back board and stretcher. You figure out how long I was unconscious. I was apparently shaking like a leaf, too. Populus tremuloides slang.
In addition to the biggies, I had a puncture of some sort on my shoulder and left a fair amount of skin on the road.
On some nice narcotics at the moment. Time to sleep. More later.
Continued in Crash II.