I had the urge to call in this morning, for the first time in quite awhile. However, I ignored that instinct since I’m off work tomorrow and Saturday. Now I wish I had called in. The whole drive to work was uneventful until I slowed down to turn into the parking lot for my job. Some person rear-ended me.
He was driving fast and the impact was so hard it sent my car flying over a median and broke my car seat. My car doesn’t have airbags. If it did, I’m certain they would have deployed. The impact also flattened one of my back tires, and knocked my rear-view mirror off the windshield. It dented in my trunk hatch and it popped the hatch window open. The median damaged my transmission and now my car won’t move. It also bent my bumper in and under so bad we can’t get to the spare tire. I have a Ford Explorer and it has a place for the spare tire to mount under the vehicle.
I was pretty shaken emotionally afterwards and I was dazed. Physically, my injuries seem moderate. My collarbone, leg, and lower back hurt. Owen and my grandparents made me take off work and go to the hospital just to make sure I wasn’t more injured than we thought. The doctor didn’t do any x-rays; he thinks it’s just muscle strain. He discharged me and gave me pain pills. Most of my family has been calling and checking on me all day. My uncle Don was also in a wreck today and Tori almost got into one earlier. Today wasn’t a good day for driving.
The guy who hit me was driving a suburban and it damn near totalled it. The front end was pushed pretty far in and it was leaking water, oil and transmission fluid. He kept apologzing. Apparently, he was turned around in his car seat adjusting a real estate sign he had in the back seat, so he didn’t see me signal that I was turning and slow down. The police wrote him a $150 ticket for inattentive driving. I’m glad he has a decent insurance company. Hopefully, they don’t try to screw me over. If they do I’ll get an attorney. I’m not at fault.
Luckily, I’m off work tomorrow, so I’ll be able to get in touch with that person’s insurance company and get the ball rolling. They’re going to have to get me a rental car until mine is operable again. I hope they don’t total out my car. I love my car (I call her Stella), we have been through a lot of shit together.
About BipolarChick (599 posts)
I’m a thirty-something bipolar woman, an advanced tech agent with a pay tv provider, tax preparer for a local charity, current Tulsa inhabitant, and I’m one credit shy of an Associate Degree in Liberal Arts. I’m working on recovery from self-injury and working toward stabilizing my bipolar symptoms. Recovery is very important to me. I’ve been mostly single the past few years and plagued by a seemingly never-ending series of jackasses, assholes, and married men. I have no children of my own, but I have lots of nieces and nephews I love to spoil.