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Boston Aint No Tea Party II - I Need A Lawyer! April 11, 2008

Where am I? I suppose thats always the first question you ask yourself after waking from a concussion. The surroundings being unfamiliar and a distinct feeling of dis-orientation combine to produce a necessity to facilitate an answer to the question.

Car…Prat driver…ah..it starts to come back to me. I move my head to the side and determine I am in a hospital bed. There are noises all around as the bustle of the emergency room invades the enclosed space I occupy. I try to lift my head from the pillow. Ouch…I grimace. I raise my right hand into line with my line of vision. Well at least thats still working!

I decide not to move anything else until I get a better explanation of what might hurt from someone with a medical background. I lie there staring at the ceiling and start to piece together the events that led me here. The car..the tunnel, the accident..it all started to filt back into place apart from the final moments which were still a blur.

I’m in an American hospital, I thought. Oh God, how much is this going to cost? I need a lawyer. I need a good Boston car accident lawyer. That prat in front of me is going to pay for this…this, the hospital…and more.

My mind was racing when the nurse pulled back the curtain.

‘Hey there’ she said with a smile. ‘How are we feeling?’

I didn’t know about her, but I wasn’t so great. ‘ What happened?’ was all I could muster.

She recanted the facts that I had put together moments earlier. Boston, the accident…

‘Your fine’ she said, ‘ Nothing broken, just a concussion and some minor abrasions’ I manged a smile to myself and relaxed a little. My mind drifted back to the fact that this was going to cost me a packet. Did I know a lawyer in Boston? My mind started searching for an answer. It was interrupted by a feeling of tiredness. Later, I thought. I’ll find a lawyer later.