The most frustrating part of my wreck is that I don't remember any of it. I have about a two day window that is simply gone. I remember driving up to the crest of "Romeo Hill" on my way to answer a call — on Friday evening — and the next thing I remember is Sunday afternoon. I don't remember the crash itself, nor do I remember any of the rescue operation. I am grateful to all who helped me and who came to see me that night. I would thank you each individually if I could.
From looking at the photos, it appears that I was trying to hit the brake (notice that the brake pedal is bent down to the right, from which my foot would have come) and tried to take evasive action (note that the steering wheel is turned to the right). The move to the right would make sense, too, because the truck hit me from the left side (i.e., from the southbound lane).
