So I really, really should be studying for this geology final that I need a 94% on to get an A in the class but alas, I am not. I'll make this quick-
Monday was the best day I've had for a long time. I woke up late and instantly called my mom. We had a good talk and then I went to work at the ASRC. I ground feed and rocked out in isolation. Then I had some ice cream, sold a book for $43, bought some art supplies and went home. Than night I talked to Joe and just was happy.
So Tuesday could possibly be the worst day ever-but secretly I think I've had worse that didn't involve trips to the ER. Anyway, I was going to shadow the veterinarian in Centralia feeling guilty that I didn't last week simply because I was lazy and it was cold. I drove down the hill to the stoplight and sat behind a car. The light turned green and I proceeded through the intersection. The next thing I know is that I am screaming and air bags are deploying! I got hit by a cement truck! After quickly accounting for my body parts and overall well being, I turned off the car, put it in park and looked around the truck to make sure that I hadn't ran a red light-no, still green. So there I was, sitting in my mangled car with a terrible headache since I hit my head on the door and a stinging cheek from a bitch slap from the air bag. Some lady-her name is Betty-asked me if I was okay and called 911. I was fine. Then another lady who was a nurse stopped and she thought I was okay. She called 911. We waited in the intersection of Providence for 10-15 minutes! (Seriously, folks what if I had been on fire?!) In that time, not one, but TWO city cops drove past without stopping. Finally, Columbia's rent a cop showed up and I crawled out of my seat since there was no opening my door. Five to seven minutes after that two fire trucks and an ambulance showed up. The paramedics put me in a collar and on a backboard and took me to the hospital. There I waited for hours (all the while needing to pee like a racehorse) for my pregnancy test results (don't ask) so I could get x-rays of my neck and pelvis (since my hip hurt) and then for the x-rays to be read. They determined that I was okay to go and gave me prescriptions for pain killers, muscle relaxers and a pass for a taxi seeing as that I had no car. My mom came and spent the night with me-she takes up more of the bed than Joe does. I feel okay-still a little sore but overall okay. The insurance company is moving this along very quickly-I got a rental car yesterday. I would imagine I will have a decision if they are going to total out my car or fix it (secretly, I'm pretty sure she's a goner) by next week. Saturday after work I am going car shopping.
The average life span of a car in my hands is between 14 and 20 months. This was the third car that I have totaled. But only one was my fault. Both of these last ones were because people ran red lights.
NOW I HAVE TO STUDY!
[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 12/21/11]
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