Goodbye car :(
I've been so restless lately. Sleeping for more than two consecutive hours is turning into a very arduous affair. I haven't been able to sleep soundly since Saturday night. No real big surprise there. I just hope it gets back to normal soon.
This past week has been exasperating to say the least. After a long wait I finally had Stackhouse down for a visit. Probably the only true positive part of last weekend. The apartment had been riddled with drama for several hours before his arrival and I tried to get out of working but my manager threatened to let me go if I didn't show up so our greeting was brief.
On the way home from work I pulled out of a gas station and a bus came barreling down the road ( I'm assuming from the blind corner of the road) and struck my car on the driver's side. I tried to evade it but failed miserably. I closed my eyes and tried to let the inertia take me as my car spun out across the whole width of the road.
The wind was completely knocked out of my lungs and it took a terrifyingly long time to regain my breath. I was making noise so I knew I was breathing but I'd never had it take so long before. The echo of my own voice while I struggled to breathe is probably one of the most memorable parts of the whole ordeal...and chilled me severely. Surveying the damage I noticed my driver's side window had shattered and strewn all over the inside of my car, my windshield had been split and my door was jamming itself into my left leg ( the one with the injured knee) I spit out some glass and looked for my glasses. Shut off the car and sat there stunned for a moment.
A man ran up and dialed 911, he thought I was trapped. I sat there for a while waiting to see if anything was out of the ordinary before I started to move. I wasn't about to mess myself up just to prove a point. Nothing seemed too bad so I unbuckled my seat belt, grabbed my phone and my purse and crawled through the passenger side door. After that I called Jason to come meet me, advising him to bring James for directional help. The cops and the ambulance showed up shortly after and I was whisked away to have my vitals checked and promptly told that I needed to go to the emergency room.
After a few hours in the hospital I was informed that I had no broken bones, no internal bleeding. Later examination revealed one major bruise. My ribs were horribly painful but it has subsided since. Now all I'm worried about is the further damage to my knee. It's improving so we'll see how it goes. I lost my car, but I was incredibly lucky to have survived, especially without shedding one drop of blood.
The rest of the weekend I tried my best not to stress too much about the lack of transportation, and my injurious status, both of which prevented me from working. I had help from a few choice people and generally I still had a good time.
I have been bestowed a great gift having the friends and loved ones that I do. They supported me, and continue to support me. Without Stack, James and Joseph I would have been screwed. Joseph has graciously helped me acquire a new car which I will be working very hard the next few months to pay off. I can now see my doctors and hopefully deal with my knee, I can visit Stackhouse,I can work to support myself again and above all I don't feel trapped anymore.
I also managed to break my glasses this week, which my parents have agreed to help me with. They were a good pair and lasted me almost three years ( which is incredible considering how much I abuse my glasses)
I'm scared shitless that I won't be able to work to pay all of this off, and I'm scared to really get back behind the wheel, but I'll work through it. It's not like I really have a choice after all.
This past week has been exasperating to say the least. After a long wait I finally had Stackhouse down for a visit. Probably the only true positive part of last weekend. The apartment had been riddled with drama for several hours before his arrival and I tried to get out of working but my manager threatened to let me go if I didn't show up so our greeting was brief.
On the way home from work I pulled out of a gas station and a bus came barreling down the road ( I'm assuming from the blind corner of the road) and struck my car on the driver's side. I tried to evade it but failed miserably. I closed my eyes and tried to let the inertia take me as my car spun out across the whole width of the road.
The wind was completely knocked out of my lungs and it took a terrifyingly long time to regain my breath. I was making noise so I knew I was breathing but I'd never had it take so long before. The echo of my own voice while I struggled to breathe is probably one of the most memorable parts of the whole ordeal...and chilled me severely. Surveying the damage I noticed my driver's side window had shattered and strewn all over the inside of my car, my windshield had been split and my door was jamming itself into my left leg ( the one with the injured knee) I spit out some glass and looked for my glasses. Shut off the car and sat there stunned for a moment.
A man ran up and dialed 911, he thought I was trapped. I sat there for a while waiting to see if anything was out of the ordinary before I started to move. I wasn't about to mess myself up just to prove a point. Nothing seemed too bad so I unbuckled my seat belt, grabbed my phone and my purse and crawled through the passenger side door. After that I called Jason to come meet me, advising him to bring James for directional help. The cops and the ambulance showed up shortly after and I was whisked away to have my vitals checked and promptly told that I needed to go to the emergency room.
After a few hours in the hospital I was informed that I had no broken bones, no internal bleeding. Later examination revealed one major bruise. My ribs were horribly painful but it has subsided since. Now all I'm worried about is the further damage to my knee. It's improving so we'll see how it goes. I lost my car, but I was incredibly lucky to have survived, especially without shedding one drop of blood.
The rest of the weekend I tried my best not to stress too much about the lack of transportation, and my injurious status, both of which prevented me from working. I had help from a few choice people and generally I still had a good time.
I have been bestowed a great gift having the friends and loved ones that I do. They supported me, and continue to support me. Without Stack, James and Joseph I would have been screwed. Joseph has graciously helped me acquire a new car which I will be working very hard the next few months to pay off. I can now see my doctors and hopefully deal with my knee, I can visit Stackhouse,I can work to support myself again and above all I don't feel trapped anymore.
I also managed to break my glasses this week, which my parents have agreed to help me with. They were a good pair and lasted me almost three years ( which is incredible considering how much I abuse my glasses)
I'm scared shitless that I won't be able to work to pay all of this off, and I'm scared to really get back behind the wheel, but I'll work through it. It's not like I really have a choice after all.