My Law Suite

First the Facts: Back on 7 August 2007 a bus driver let down a wheelchair ramp onto my knees and froze. I had to back up with the ramp tearing the flesh from my legs and cutting me (4 inches). After making some unintelligible sounds I boarded the bus and road for some five blocks. During the short ride the driver never uttered a word, in fact the driver "never" said anything. I looked down at my legs and saw that the floor and my legs were covered in blood. I departed the bus and went to a nearby VA hospital. I was treated and released. The next morning I couldn't get out of bed. On 9 Aug 2007 I started out to go back to the VA hospital for knee xray's. I arrived at my bus stop and waited. Along came a bus and immediately the doors opened and a ramp started to exit for my boarding. A second of two later the ramp stopped and I looked up. Standing there looking down at me was, yes you got it, the same driver. She stepped beyond the yellow line where no one riding is supposed to stand and shortly thereafter stepped back. She stated that she had a wheelchair rider already and didn't have room for me. I would have to wait 20 minutes in 102 degree weather for the next bus. Ratract ramp, shut door, drive away. Looking inside window I notice no riders, let alone a wheelchair rider. I became emotional and went home. The next day I went for another attempt. This time, however, I went to another location to catch another bus. It arrived. It let out the ramp but didn't lower the front of the bus, they are supposed to I've since learned. I got 3/4 of the way up and my wheels started to spin. My chair turned sideways and came in contact with the edge of the ramp. I was tossed onto a concrete driveway. My wheelchair flipped over on top of me. This driver wasn't at all like the last. He was all over the place yelling why didn't I wait, why didn't I wait. Wait for what, they don't get behind and push us onto the bus. I was taken to a local hospital and every x-ray imaginable was taken. My right knee was fractured. My right shoulder was almost separated. After a spell I went home. I have contacted a Law Office to take my case. It's been over a year and everyone wants to know why action hasn't been taken. I'm afraid to ride buses. I have nightmares about bus accidents in general. I have flashbacks about both incidents. I wake up in sweats, shouting "Don't hurt me driver." No, I don't feel better after writing this.