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I just straight up got hit crossing a crosswalk in Auckland, NZ. Did a full flip in the air, lost my glasses, and spider webbed most of the kid's windshield with my head. I didn't have to be angry. He took me back to his Mother's to get me an ice pack, and she did all the work for me. I spent a few days picking shards of glass out of my neck, though.
Ironically, the previous week, another NZ kid rear-ended the car I had bought two hours prior, totalling it. That was the end of my car travel in New Zealand.
Is there no health care in NZ? Why didn't you go to a doctor for the shards in your neck?
I was visiting from the states, but I was on my way to a Psychiatrist appointment to get an adderall prescription when I got hit. I just checked with her to see if I was concussed.
She said that I talked kinda funny, but it was just because I was an American.
Also, the safety glass lodged in my neck was just tiny shards and at superficial depths. The only real damage I took was a torn Dickies shirt, which is wild given the damage I did to the car. Does that mean I have an auto immune disorder?
I wonder if you got hit because you were looking the wrong way, given the kiwis drive on the opposite side to what you're used to - the driver should have been looking, of course