Tired of worrying my mother

So there I was, not standing in line at the bank, but waiting for northbound Rt. 1 traffic to clear so that I could make a left turn to take Eli to school on Friday morning. There wasn't much southbound traffic, so I wasn't looking in my mirrors, when a Nissan Pathfinder slammed into the back of my van. CRUNCH! The general consensus was that she was going nearly 35-45 mph. The back of my seat even bent. I realized what was happening and somehow got my van off the road, asked Eli if he was okay, and called 911. I called Lee and a neighbor brought him and Nate down to the scene. Timothy's Dad was driving by and stopped to help. I was put in a neck brace and on a board to ride to the hospital. My blood pressure was 160/110 (after I was calm, it dropped to 107/55) and I vomited a couple of time in route. The paramedic had to tip the board so I wouldn't choke on my vomit. YUCK! After x-rays and a CT scan and 4 hours being flat on my back, I was cleared to go home. Sore and battered, but okay. I am so thankful for all the heaven sent blessings before, during, and after the accident. Haven't heard about the van or the insurance nightmare to follow, but I will update as I can tolerate the stress.