Just Letting You Guys Know...
...I was actually in a car accident on Monday.
I was in the passenger seat of the taxi on my way home when this asshole made an illegal turn. We were heading into Rosarito and he was going the opposite direction. Instead of waiting until he got to the next light or stop sign in order to turn around and get on the lane we were on, the son of a bitch made a u-turn right in the middle of the street. It all happened so fast that there wasn't even enough time to hit the brakes, all we could was crash into him.
When my mind wasn't all fuzzy anymore I felt a huge pain in my jaw. I touched it and it hurt like shit. There was blood on my fingers so I looked in the vanity mirror, or whatever the fuck it's called, and my mouth was covered in blood. Turns our I had a gash on the inside of my mouth. Luckily the taxi driver had some napkins so I used them to soak up the blood.
My jaw hurt, my head hurt, my left knee hurt too. The two ladies behind me both hurt their knees and the guy way in the back was lucky enough to get off without a scratch.
The son of a bitch who made the illegal turn came up to us and said: "This was my fault. Sorry for the inconvenience"
"Inconvenience?" I said to him. "You call this an inconvenience?" pointing to my bloody mouth. "Why don't you watch where the fuck you're going, you son of a bitch?"
He actually had the fucking balls to say to me: "Ok, screw you then. I apologize to the rest of you"
I never wanted to kill someone more in my entire life.
The cops came and since everyone in the taxi told them that the asshole made an illegal turn, they threw him in the back of the police truck and took him away. All I could do was flip him off as the cop truck drove away.
My mom took me to her doctor friend who lives on our block and he saw me right away. All he did was look at my mouth and say: "No worries, just wash it off, take these antibiotics and it'll heal itself up in no time"
As fast as it took you to read that sentence was as fast as his diagnosis took. Literally seconds. He spent 10 minutes with my mom talking about her cough though.
I was pissed and I demanded a second opinion. My mom took me to another doctor friend of hers, one I've been going to since I was a kid. When he said the same thing it honestly did put my mind at ease. When we went to the drug store to pick up my prescription, it was raining and my mom actually handed me the money as if she expected me to get out and pick up the shit myself. I threw the note at her and didn't say a word.
I went home, washed the blood off the gash, my teeth and my hands and took the antibiotics. I called work and let them know I wouldn't be coming in the next day. It was a pretty shitty day since the minute I woke up and that was just the perfect fucking way to end it. I just wanted to go home and forget that miserable day ever happened.
The next day the gash on the inside of my mouth had already closed up, believe it or not. But the bruise on my lip was purple now and knee still hurt like a bitch. Luckily my head didn't hurt anymore.
The inside of my mouth is already scarred and closed up and it actually looks like it was smaller than it really was. The bruise on my lip is not swollen anymore but it's still pretty noticeable. My knee still hurts but it's getting better.
My friend Sara(whom I've told some of you about)from work called me up on Monday after I called in to let the supervisor know what happened. She was really worried but I told her I was fine. She sent me an e-mail the next day telling me that everyone was asking her about me.
I've been weird since it happened. Not angry or depressed or scared or anything, just...weird. In afternoon, after work, Sara and I spend hours talking over e-mails. Honestly, we usually have conversations that are about 40 e-mails long. I know she's on right now, but I really don't feel like talking. I know my friend Claudia(the one who lives in Chile)is on messenger but I don't feel like talking to her either. I don't really know what I feel like right now.
I just feel weird.
Last night I had this overwhelming urge to look through my old photo albums of when I was a baby. I wasn't cracking jokes at work and I didn't even bother to say goodbye to Sara. I didn't even go to lunch.
Like I said, I just feel weird right now.
Anyway, I just wanted to let you guys know what happened.
- Aramis
I was in the passenger seat of the taxi on my way home when this asshole made an illegal turn. We were heading into Rosarito and he was going the opposite direction. Instead of waiting until he got to the next light or stop sign in order to turn around and get on the lane we were on, the son of a bitch made a u-turn right in the middle of the street. It all happened so fast that there wasn't even enough time to hit the brakes, all we could was crash into him.
When my mind wasn't all fuzzy anymore I felt a huge pain in my jaw. I touched it and it hurt like shit. There was blood on my fingers so I looked in the vanity mirror, or whatever the fuck it's called, and my mouth was covered in blood. Turns our I had a gash on the inside of my mouth. Luckily the taxi driver had some napkins so I used them to soak up the blood.
My jaw hurt, my head hurt, my left knee hurt too. The two ladies behind me both hurt their knees and the guy way in the back was lucky enough to get off without a scratch.
The son of a bitch who made the illegal turn came up to us and said: "This was my fault. Sorry for the inconvenience"
"Inconvenience?" I said to him. "You call this an inconvenience?" pointing to my bloody mouth. "Why don't you watch where the fuck you're going, you son of a bitch?"
He actually had the fucking balls to say to me: "Ok, screw you then. I apologize to the rest of you"
I never wanted to kill someone more in my entire life.
The cops came and since everyone in the taxi told them that the asshole made an illegal turn, they threw him in the back of the police truck and took him away. All I could do was flip him off as the cop truck drove away.
My mom took me to her doctor friend who lives on our block and he saw me right away. All he did was look at my mouth and say: "No worries, just wash it off, take these antibiotics and it'll heal itself up in no time"
As fast as it took you to read that sentence was as fast as his diagnosis took. Literally seconds. He spent 10 minutes with my mom talking about her cough though.
I was pissed and I demanded a second opinion. My mom took me to another doctor friend of hers, one I've been going to since I was a kid. When he said the same thing it honestly did put my mind at ease. When we went to the drug store to pick up my prescription, it was raining and my mom actually handed me the money as if she expected me to get out and pick up the shit myself. I threw the note at her and didn't say a word.
I went home, washed the blood off the gash, my teeth and my hands and took the antibiotics. I called work and let them know I wouldn't be coming in the next day. It was a pretty shitty day since the minute I woke up and that was just the perfect fucking way to end it. I just wanted to go home and forget that miserable day ever happened.
The next day the gash on the inside of my mouth had already closed up, believe it or not. But the bruise on my lip was purple now and knee still hurt like a bitch. Luckily my head didn't hurt anymore.
The inside of my mouth is already scarred and closed up and it actually looks like it was smaller than it really was. The bruise on my lip is not swollen anymore but it's still pretty noticeable. My knee still hurts but it's getting better.
My friend Sara(whom I've told some of you about)from work called me up on Monday after I called in to let the supervisor know what happened. She was really worried but I told her I was fine. She sent me an e-mail the next day telling me that everyone was asking her about me.
I've been weird since it happened. Not angry or depressed or scared or anything, just...weird. In afternoon, after work, Sara and I spend hours talking over e-mails. Honestly, we usually have conversations that are about 40 e-mails long. I know she's on right now, but I really don't feel like talking. I know my friend Claudia(the one who lives in Chile)is on messenger but I don't feel like talking to her either. I don't really know what I feel like right now.
I just feel weird.
Last night I had this overwhelming urge to look through my old photo albums of when I was a baby. I wasn't cracking jokes at work and I didn't even bother to say goodbye to Sara. I didn't even go to lunch.
Like I said, I just feel weird right now.
Anyway, I just wanted to let you guys know what happened.
- Aramis