I don't belong here.
In London and other English towns in the Middle ages there were roads named Gropecunt Lane, where prostitutes plied their trade; these roads have long since been renamed.
Moving right along, this weekend sucked. I honestly don't think I've left the house since Friday night. How pathetic is that? Perhaps I had better give a run down of my week before trying to explain why I chose the life of a shut-in this weekend.
I was in a car accident Monday morning. I was driving the van up US-1 from Micco, on the way to school. The light was red at the intersection of Micco Rd. and US-1, the car in front of me slowed to a stop, I slowed the van to a stop. We remained at the red light for almost two minutes before I heard screeching brakes behind me, I glanced up in the rearview mirror in time to see a Dodge pickup truck careen into the pack of my beloved grand caravan. The impact pushed the van forward into the SUV in front of me. The impact with the SUV crushed the chassis of the van, the glass was forced out of the two left side windows and sent me flying back into the drivers seat which subsequently broke.
Despite what many may expect, I handled the incident with surprising calm and didn't utter a single curse word. I got out of the car and ran to the two other cars to make sure everyone else was okay. Then I called my mom and told her to expect an increase in her car insurance premium (heh, she didn't get it). After determining everyone was all right, I talked to the guy behind me. He was 75 and had just gotten out of the hospital 20 minutes before the accident. He still had the patch on his arm from where the IV had been. Meanwhile, the lady in front of me had called 911 and the Florida Highway Patrol was enroute. About 20 minutes after the crash, the old guy looked a little tired and I offered to get him a drink at the gas station across the street. As I was walking across the street from the gas station, two fire trucks and an ambulance went speeding by and pulled up to our little car wreck. Apparently someone had driven by our wreck, driven to the nearest fire station, ran inside and screamed that there had just been a 'bad, bad accident.' Heh. Then an Indian River County Sheriff pulled up, asked if the FHP was on the way and subsequently drove off. The fire department left and we waited another 30 minutes for the FHP to arrive. The trooper had us pull into a nearby parking lot and proceeded to go over the details of the accident with each of us, separately. When he was done, he decided that the 75 year old man was at fault (duh?), cited him for reckless driving and filed the paperwork to have the man re-tested for his license.
After that, I went off to school feeling fine. When I woke up Tuesday morning, I was anything but fine. I couldn't move my neck at all that morning. I spent the day at home on the phone with Geico rehashing the details of the accident with them ad nauseam. Apparently, our policy won't cover any of the damage to the van because we dropped the collision coverage on the van when we got the Hyundai. So, it was off to file against the insurance policy of the guy who hit me. Turns out, he also has Geico but his policy only had $10,000 of coverage when means Geico won't pay for a rental car for us. Grr. So, we're down a car since the van is "undriveable". As of right now, Geico still hasn't looked at the van. They're supposed to call me Monday to schedule an appointment to look at it.
After Tuesday, I went back to school Wednesday but scheduled a doctor's appointment because my neck was still sore. The doctor had some x-rays done 'as a precaution' but said if I felt okay, it would be safe to resume normal activities (aka powder puff). The rest of the week was pretty uneventful, I even made power puff practice on Friday. After powder puff, I walked in to my mom's office and was told my mom was looking for me. I found her and she goes "we need to talk," oh shit. Turns out, she hadn't discovered my... my x-rays came back and they showed two discs in my neck pressed up against my spine. The doctor said I shouldn't drive or do anything physical that could damage my neck at all (powderpuff, anyone?).
Normally, not being to drive for a few days would not be a big deal. Except that Saturday was the FSPA Journalism workshop and I was the only one from newspaper who signed up. I couldn't go and I can only hope that won't keep us from going to the FSPA convention. If it does, I will feel like shit. Sigh.
So, without the van to drive and the fact that getting into another accident would likely paralyze me, I decided not to do a heck of a lot this weekend. Luckily I had weeks of FLVS physics due on Tuesday, with the threat of being withdrawn from the class if I didn't meet the (arbitrary) deadline. So, I spent the weekend at home doing physics. However, after about seven hours of that, I discovered I couldn't do about 4 of the assignments without my teacher. So, I went to call her for help. However, she's on vacation until next Sunday.... so I guess I'll be missing that deadline. With physics out of the way, I finally finished unpacking and cleaned my room.
So uh... I think I'm done for now. I have an appointment on Tuesday with a specialist about my neck. Hopefully I can make it back to school in time to at least watch powder puff. Maybe, if he clears me, I can get in on the cheers I still know.
I'm a creep,
P.S. If you missed the subtle links above, click here for picture of the now undriveable van and click here for pictures of my new room. Oh, and while we're at it, Kelly has some awesome pictures of the Junior Boys' Powder Puff Practice and of the Junior Girls' Powder Puff Practice.
Moving right along, this weekend sucked. I honestly don't think I've left the house since Friday night. How pathetic is that? Perhaps I had better give a run down of my week before trying to explain why I chose the life of a shut-in this weekend.
I was in a car accident Monday morning. I was driving the van up US-1 from Micco, on the way to school. The light was red at the intersection of Micco Rd. and US-1, the car in front of me slowed to a stop, I slowed the van to a stop. We remained at the red light for almost two minutes before I heard screeching brakes behind me, I glanced up in the rearview mirror in time to see a Dodge pickup truck careen into the pack of my beloved grand caravan. The impact pushed the van forward into the SUV in front of me. The impact with the SUV crushed the chassis of the van, the glass was forced out of the two left side windows and sent me flying back into the drivers seat which subsequently broke.
Despite what many may expect, I handled the incident with surprising calm and didn't utter a single curse word. I got out of the car and ran to the two other cars to make sure everyone else was okay. Then I called my mom and told her to expect an increase in her car insurance premium (heh, she didn't get it). After determining everyone was all right, I talked to the guy behind me. He was 75 and had just gotten out of the hospital 20 minutes before the accident. He still had the patch on his arm from where the IV had been. Meanwhile, the lady in front of me had called 911 and the Florida Highway Patrol was enroute. About 20 minutes after the crash, the old guy looked a little tired and I offered to get him a drink at the gas station across the street. As I was walking across the street from the gas station, two fire trucks and an ambulance went speeding by and pulled up to our little car wreck. Apparently someone had driven by our wreck, driven to the nearest fire station, ran inside and screamed that there had just been a 'bad, bad accident.' Heh. Then an Indian River County Sheriff pulled up, asked if the FHP was on the way and subsequently drove off. The fire department left and we waited another 30 minutes for the FHP to arrive. The trooper had us pull into a nearby parking lot and proceeded to go over the details of the accident with each of us, separately. When he was done, he decided that the 75 year old man was at fault (duh?), cited him for reckless driving and filed the paperwork to have the man re-tested for his license.
After that, I went off to school feeling fine. When I woke up Tuesday morning, I was anything but fine. I couldn't move my neck at all that morning. I spent the day at home on the phone with Geico rehashing the details of the accident with them ad nauseam. Apparently, our policy won't cover any of the damage to the van because we dropped the collision coverage on the van when we got the Hyundai. So, it was off to file against the insurance policy of the guy who hit me. Turns out, he also has Geico but his policy only had $10,000 of coverage when means Geico won't pay for a rental car for us. Grr. So, we're down a car since the van is "undriveable". As of right now, Geico still hasn't looked at the van. They're supposed to call me Monday to schedule an appointment to look at it.
After Tuesday, I went back to school Wednesday but scheduled a doctor's appointment because my neck was still sore. The doctor had some x-rays done 'as a precaution' but said if I felt okay, it would be safe to resume normal activities (aka powder puff). The rest of the week was pretty uneventful, I even made power puff practice on Friday. After powder puff, I walked in to my mom's office and was told my mom was looking for me. I found her and she goes "we need to talk," oh shit. Turns out, she hadn't discovered my... my x-rays came back and they showed two discs in my neck pressed up against my spine. The doctor said I shouldn't drive or do anything physical that could damage my neck at all (powderpuff, anyone?).
Normally, not being to drive for a few days would not be a big deal. Except that Saturday was the FSPA Journalism workshop and I was the only one from newspaper who signed up. I couldn't go and I can only hope that won't keep us from going to the FSPA convention. If it does, I will feel like shit. Sigh.
So, without the van to drive and the fact that getting into another accident would likely paralyze me, I decided not to do a heck of a lot this weekend. Luckily I had weeks of FLVS physics due on Tuesday, with the threat of being withdrawn from the class if I didn't meet the (arbitrary) deadline. So, I spent the weekend at home doing physics. However, after about seven hours of that, I discovered I couldn't do about 4 of the assignments without my teacher. So, I went to call her for help. However, she's on vacation until next Sunday.... so I guess I'll be missing that deadline. With physics out of the way, I finally finished unpacking and cleaned my room.
So uh... I think I'm done for now. I have an appointment on Tuesday with a specialist about my neck. Hopefully I can make it back to school in time to at least watch powder puff. Maybe, if he clears me, I can get in on the cheers I still know.
I'm a creep,
P.S. If you missed the subtle links above, click here for picture of the now undriveable van and click here for pictures of my new room. Oh, and while we're at it, Kelly has some awesome pictures of the Junior Boys' Powder Puff Practice and of the Junior Girls' Powder Puff Practice.