You reminded me of my only fairly bad crash, when I was looking in my mirror and didn't see the car stopped at the green light in front of me because an ambulance was crossing. Help arrived very quickly, because the guys in the ambulance saw me hit the Toyota. I was pretty banged up, and the paramedic asked if I could get my helmet off, volunteering to cut its chin strap. I assured him I could get it off, and did. Then he got to my leather jacket and similarly volunteered to cut it off me, and again, I worked through the pain and got it off with his help. At least he asked, and worked with me.
