My First Car Wreck
Monday night I went out and bought $70 worth of groceries and other around the apartment necessities. It was pouring, and I was ready to get home. I headed home the back way out of Kroger. I sat at the stop sign on Somerset for ages, and finally it looked like I could go. There was a car coming on North in the right lane, but they had their right blinker on, so I thought they were turning onto Somerset, and I was clear to go. Since all other traffic was clear, I went ahead and pulled out to make a left onto North. Apparently the other car decided not to turn at the last second, and t-boned me instead, sending me spinning across the intersection.
At first I didn't believe it had happened, and then I screamed out of frustration/surprise. After the shock of being slapped by the <3airbag<3 died down, I started bawling and called 911. After I told them the location, I called James to tell him, and Mary Ann was sweet enough to drive him to the accident. Then (and this should show you my list of priorities) I called my boss to tell him I couldn't come in the next morning. Willis was in the area, and came to see if I was okay (at least that's what he says; I still think he was making sure I really was hurt to justify calling in). James' car (which is what I was driving) is a wreck; the driver's side door is so messed up you can't open it, and the driver's seat is mashed up against the console and passenger seat. The windshield will obviously have to be replaced, and all of the glass on the driver's side shattered. I was given a ticket for failing to yield during a left turn, and have a court date next month.
Needless to say, I am sore all over. I went to the hospital to get checked out since my heart rate was abnormally high, even to have been in a wreck (and not to have been drinking or having taken drugs), was given an IV, and then turned out to be okay, so I was prescribed a muscle relaxer (that's Flexeril, Matt) and Ibuprofen 8 and was given a doctors' excuse from work for two days. The cop who asked me if I wanted to go to the hospital told me that the other car's passengers were in no worse shape than I was, so you can imagine my surprise when I saw the driver on a stretcher with a neck brace on, milking it for all it was worth. I really hope this doesn't turn out to be another Bonfire of the Vanities, that's all I can say. I'm not racist, but the amount of 'reverse racism' in Atlanta certainly abounds. I'm not looking forward to this.
At any rate, you should all have a lot of pity for me, baby me a lot, and buy me things. Better yet, buy James things, since it was his car. Thanks to his insurance (which I'm covered under), he's currently driving a rental 2005 Sonata, and is absolutely eating it up. He's been awesome about all of this, and for that, I'll be forever grateful.
At first I didn't believe it had happened, and then I screamed out of frustration/surprise. After the shock of being slapped by the <3airbag<3 died down, I started bawling and called 911. After I told them the location, I called James to tell him, and Mary Ann was sweet enough to drive him to the accident. Then (and this should show you my list of priorities) I called my boss to tell him I couldn't come in the next morning. Willis was in the area, and came to see if I was okay (at least that's what he says; I still think he was making sure I really was hurt to justify calling in). James' car (which is what I was driving) is a wreck; the driver's side door is so messed up you can't open it, and the driver's seat is mashed up against the console and passenger seat. The windshield will obviously have to be replaced, and all of the glass on the driver's side shattered. I was given a ticket for failing to yield during a left turn, and have a court date next month.
Needless to say, I am sore all over. I went to the hospital to get checked out since my heart rate was abnormally high, even to have been in a wreck (and not to have been drinking or having taken drugs), was given an IV, and then turned out to be okay, so I was prescribed a muscle relaxer (that's Flexeril, Matt) and Ibuprofen 8 and was given a doctors' excuse from work for two days. The cop who asked me if I wanted to go to the hospital told me that the other car's passengers were in no worse shape than I was, so you can imagine my surprise when I saw the driver on a stretcher with a neck brace on, milking it for all it was worth. I really hope this doesn't turn out to be another Bonfire of the Vanities, that's all I can say. I'm not racist, but the amount of 'reverse racism' in Atlanta certainly abounds. I'm not looking forward to this.
At any rate, you should all have a lot of pity for me, baby me a lot, and buy me things. Better yet, buy James things, since it was his car. Thanks to his insurance (which I'm covered under), he's currently driving a rental 2005 Sonata, and is absolutely eating it up. He's been awesome about all of this, and for that, I'll be forever grateful.