The Curse Continues...
So as if enough crazy bad stuff hasn't been going on lately the fates decided to drop another bomb on my life this morning.
Let me just preface this was my most used phrase today: "I'm okay." That's the good news.
The bad news?
So I'm up in Harrisburg and I have to work at the Y in Lebanon today at 9 am. I get up, get my stuff together, go out to my car, and it's raining. Not only is it raining, but the rain is freezing to my car because it's so cold out. Lovely. So I clean the ice off, get in the car, and start on the 45 minute drive to work.
I'm almost at the exit off 22E into Lebanon. Up ahead I see two cars, one in each lane, going kind of slow so I slow down, too. One of the cars hits an icy patch, swerves, hits the car beside it. I slam on my brakes, the ABS kicks in, I skid up to the icy patch, start sliding, and it's about a half second when I realize I am not going to stop. I am so going to hit. So I twist my wheel hoping to avoid hitting the car in front of me because there's no where else to go but off the side of the road.
Ah, no such luck. Moving too fast. I not only hit the guy in front of me, but once my car has effectively pushed his out of the way, I go running off the road and into a ditch at the base of a tree. All the stuff in my car goes flying forward.
I admit it. I started bawling.
So a guy driving behind us and the two other people in the crash come rushing over to my car because theirs are all right (except that large dent in the back of the car I rammed). I'm calling work to tell them I'm not going to make it. We had to wait for the state trooper to show up.
My car had to be towed out of the ditch (the only ditch on the side of the road, by the way) because the rear tires were about an inch off the ground so all the weight was in the front. I'm apparently very lucky, though. Everyone I talked to this morning that either saw the accident or took a look at my car told me that I was lucky, anyway, because if it weren't for that ditch, I'd probably be dead.
So I had to ride to a gas station in the back of the state police car to call someone to come get me since my cell phone was dead (forgot my charger). It's cold and raining. The gas station that I get dropped off at, however, has no payphone so I had to run across two highways to get to a payphone.
The whole ordeal from start to finish took about two and half hours.
And this may be the end of my car as it's a 95.
I just got it inspected, too.
And filled the tank...
But like I said: "I'm okay." A little shooken up, but okay. I've said I'm okay a lot today. To complete strangers. To complete strangers who had nothing to do with the accident but pulled over to see if they could help. To the car insurance people when I called to report my accident.
My air bags didn't even deploy.
So there goes my delusion that I'll never be in a car accident.
I have the worst luck. Or rather, I am very lucky. Like it's lucky I ended up in the one ditch and didn't die--I'm not even hurt, but it is not lucky I got into an accident. Kind of like how I was lucky when I fell down the stairs that I landed on my shoulder instead of my neck.
...It must really not be my time or something.
The only negative effect this has had on my psychology, though, is that I'm now under the delusion I will never break a bone besides my toe.
Now watch me get paralyzed or something...
And one of the only things I could think sitting in the car right after it happened was, "Why is it everytime I say something just needs to last until I go to Philadelphia that this kind of shit happens?"
First my monitor, now my car.
And it didn't even occur to me that I could've gotten hurt until I got out of the car and saw the damage. While it was happening I just wanted the scary part of it all to stop. After that I was pretty content to just cry for a bit.
So that was my Tuesday. How was yours?
Let me just preface this was my most used phrase today: "I'm okay." That's the good news.
The bad news?
So I'm up in Harrisburg and I have to work at the Y in Lebanon today at 9 am. I get up, get my stuff together, go out to my car, and it's raining. Not only is it raining, but the rain is freezing to my car because it's so cold out. Lovely. So I clean the ice off, get in the car, and start on the 45 minute drive to work.
I'm almost at the exit off 22E into Lebanon. Up ahead I see two cars, one in each lane, going kind of slow so I slow down, too. One of the cars hits an icy patch, swerves, hits the car beside it. I slam on my brakes, the ABS kicks in, I skid up to the icy patch, start sliding, and it's about a half second when I realize I am not going to stop. I am so going to hit. So I twist my wheel hoping to avoid hitting the car in front of me because there's no where else to go but off the side of the road.
Ah, no such luck. Moving too fast. I not only hit the guy in front of me, but once my car has effectively pushed his out of the way, I go running off the road and into a ditch at the base of a tree. All the stuff in my car goes flying forward.
I admit it. I started bawling.
So a guy driving behind us and the two other people in the crash come rushing over to my car because theirs are all right (except that large dent in the back of the car I rammed). I'm calling work to tell them I'm not going to make it. We had to wait for the state trooper to show up.
My car had to be towed out of the ditch (the only ditch on the side of the road, by the way) because the rear tires were about an inch off the ground so all the weight was in the front. I'm apparently very lucky, though. Everyone I talked to this morning that either saw the accident or took a look at my car told me that I was lucky, anyway, because if it weren't for that ditch, I'd probably be dead.
So I had to ride to a gas station in the back of the state police car to call someone to come get me since my cell phone was dead (forgot my charger). It's cold and raining. The gas station that I get dropped off at, however, has no payphone so I had to run across two highways to get to a payphone.
The whole ordeal from start to finish took about two and half hours.
And this may be the end of my car as it's a 95.
I just got it inspected, too.
And filled the tank...
But like I said: "I'm okay." A little shooken up, but okay. I've said I'm okay a lot today. To complete strangers. To complete strangers who had nothing to do with the accident but pulled over to see if they could help. To the car insurance people when I called to report my accident.
My air bags didn't even deploy.
So there goes my delusion that I'll never be in a car accident.
I have the worst luck. Or rather, I am very lucky. Like it's lucky I ended up in the one ditch and didn't die--I'm not even hurt, but it is not lucky I got into an accident. Kind of like how I was lucky when I fell down the stairs that I landed on my shoulder instead of my neck.
...It must really not be my time or something.
The only negative effect this has had on my psychology, though, is that I'm now under the delusion I will never break a bone besides my toe.
Now watch me get paralyzed or something...
And one of the only things I could think sitting in the car right after it happened was, "Why is it everytime I say something just needs to last until I go to Philadelphia that this kind of shit happens?"
First my monitor, now my car.
And it didn't even occur to me that I could've gotten hurt until I got out of the car and saw the damage. While it was happening I just wanted the scary part of it all to stop. After that I was pretty content to just cry for a bit.
So that was my Tuesday. How was yours?