The Beginning and The End part 2

I remember the impact of my front wheel hitting the rear of the deer.
I don't remember leaving the motorcycle or the initial bounce on the pavement. I say bounce because that's the word the semi-truck driver said.1

The truck driver was behind me. So, as he said, I bounced on the pavement and rolled into the middle of the northbound lane. My hands burning like fire ant bites and I couldn't breathe. 2

Immediately, the tears streamed down my face. Breath coming in gulps between the tears, sobbing; looking up another semi was coming toward me and all I could think of was, "I'm alive, don't run over me; I'm alive!"3

I army crawled and then staggered to the side of the road out of the way. Helmet off and gloves showed me my hands had not a mark on them but they still stung. 4

Sitting on my helmet on the shoulder of the road, people started coming towards me from their stranded cars. A lady in a maroon minivan, said, "I'm a nurse. Don't move. I've called 911. An ambulance is on the way."5

The nurse tried to lift my Buell out of the road but it was too heavy for her so I got up to help her as a man running toward me yelled something. It didn't register until he took the motorcycle from me he said, "Go sit down, let me help!" So, I let him help and that's when I noticed a burning sensation in my ankle.6

Still crying and wiping at my nose, sitting on my helmet shaking. I asked another semi driver if he saw what happened to the deer. The guy who yelled at me to sit down told me not to worry about the damn deer. The guy I asked said that he saw the doe run off into the field on the other side of the road. What a relief!7

The tears kept rolling until the ambulance came and some sort of calm came too. 8