Ouches.
One of my coworkers wanted to be off on Christmas Eve. Since I need to save up for a new transmission for my van, I took his shift. I now regret that, for two reasons. Firstly, work was so slow that the manager of the program I work in decided to close shop an hour and a half after my shift started. Secondly, when I left work I got into an automobile accident.
A woman tried to turn left across oncoming traffic. The oncoming traffic included me. I didn't have time enough to stop, nor space enough to swerve to avoid hitting her. Of course I tried to stop anyhow; it's instinctive. Pain shot through my right leg, which was working the brake, as the car my mother loaned me smashed into the other woman's car. She appeared unhurt, but my knee felt like it was on fire and kept trying to give way under me.
"It's all my fault! It's all my fault! And on Christmas Eve!" the other woman said, on the verge of hysteria. I felt worse for her, honestly, than I felt for myself. I was glad we were both alive and relatively well, and I told her so.
EMS examined my knee and said it seemed stable to them. I don't have health insurance and I don't earn much money working only part-time, so I decided to trust their judgment. I can't afford hospital treatment. If I can possibly get along without medical expenses, I need to just tough it out.
Though I have to agree it was the other driver's fault, the police officer said he could not determine who was at fault. So he didn't issue a citation to either of us. He said it would be up to our respective insurance companies to decide who is to blame.
Damnation, how my knee hurts...!
I'm alive, though, and other than my knee I feel fine. That's what really matters.
Before Monday I have to figure out how to get to and from work. For now, though, I'm just going to keep ice on my knee and be glad it wasn't worse.
I wish you all happy holidays, my friends. Y'all be careful out there, though...
*hugs* to all,
Molly
A woman tried to turn left across oncoming traffic. The oncoming traffic included me. I didn't have time enough to stop, nor space enough to swerve to avoid hitting her. Of course I tried to stop anyhow; it's instinctive. Pain shot through my right leg, which was working the brake, as the car my mother loaned me smashed into the other woman's car. She appeared unhurt, but my knee felt like it was on fire and kept trying to give way under me.
"It's all my fault! It's all my fault! And on Christmas Eve!" the other woman said, on the verge of hysteria. I felt worse for her, honestly, than I felt for myself. I was glad we were both alive and relatively well, and I told her so.
EMS examined my knee and said it seemed stable to them. I don't have health insurance and I don't earn much money working only part-time, so I decided to trust their judgment. I can't afford hospital treatment. If I can possibly get along without medical expenses, I need to just tough it out.
Though I have to agree it was the other driver's fault, the police officer said he could not determine who was at fault. So he didn't issue a citation to either of us. He said it would be up to our respective insurance companies to decide who is to blame.
Damnation, how my knee hurts...!
I'm alive, though, and other than my knee I feel fine. That's what really matters.
Before Monday I have to figure out how to get to and from work. For now, though, I'm just going to keep ice on my knee and be glad it wasn't worse.
I wish you all happy holidays, my friends. Y'all be careful out there, though...
*hugs* to all,
Molly