I'M ALIVE!!!
Do to misfortunes beyond my control... I am still very much alive.
*knocks on wood*
You really know who your friends are when the people that love you literally drop everything and take the time go out of their way and lives to come get your ass and spend five boring hours in a hospital with you. They will wait in the lobby, snarking at bad firemen movies, gab your ears off about anything and everything while your stuck in neckbrace that makes you look like one of those dogs with a cone on the head, and....
Just be there for you.
Last night around 8:13pm I got into a pretty bad car accident. It was a bad night to just be out driving period. Intuition ignored to not leave the house, but I went any way. Food and beer run, demmit. Sil_no_Kozi and Ventruechick pulled through for me, coming to get my ass and take me to the hospital. After a series of x-rays and catscans and wanted to put my pants back on while waiting for the doctor to check up on me.. I really, really love these guys. It's a true friendship. A fucking sisterhood that we look out for each other the way we do.
The brunt of my injuries were all to the head. A giant bump to the right side of my forehead that has it swelled up like a grapefruit and (newly discovered) a smaller one to the back of the head. Nothing bad just a very tender, bruised spot (discovered while showering). The new one was hardly noticable until I washed my hair and rubbed the back of my head, most likely got it from hitting the head cushion on the seat a little too hard.
For once my job is cooperative. I was lucky to get the store manager there last night, he left a message with the open shift manager Laura. She gave me a call today to ask me a question and I let her know what happened to me. She was sympathetic and told me not to worry about going into work on Friday, and to call her to let her know how I feel and if I'll be missing work on Monday as well. Friday will be nice to have off it gives me four days to recuperate. I don't think I'll need to miss work on Monday.
My mom's still pretty upset I think, she hides it well though. Even though I am her main concern she is still displeased about me totalling her car, which I understand completely. I cried several times last night while I sat stupified on the curb. Not because I was in pain, but because of the huge amount of guilt I felt for ruining her vehicle. It puts her at a great disadvantage now, since she has lost her main transportation and there isn't anything I can readily do to replace it for her. I'm going to have to figure out a way to make it up to her. Right now she's not really talking to me, but she isn't yelling either. This is a good thing.
So far I seem to be doing well with the Percocet. Nice floaty feelings makes the world a lovely place.
*knocks on wood*
You really know who your friends are when the people that love you literally drop everything and take the time go out of their way and lives to come get your ass and spend five boring hours in a hospital with you. They will wait in the lobby, snarking at bad firemen movies, gab your ears off about anything and everything while your stuck in neckbrace that makes you look like one of those dogs with a cone on the head, and....
Just be there for you.
Last night around 8:13pm I got into a pretty bad car accident. It was a bad night to just be out driving period. Intuition ignored to not leave the house, but I went any way. Food and beer run, demmit. Sil_no_Kozi and Ventruechick pulled through for me, coming to get my ass and take me to the hospital. After a series of x-rays and catscans and wanted to put my pants back on while waiting for the doctor to check up on me.. I really, really love these guys. It's a true friendship. A fucking sisterhood that we look out for each other the way we do.
The brunt of my injuries were all to the head. A giant bump to the right side of my forehead that has it swelled up like a grapefruit and (newly discovered) a smaller one to the back of the head. Nothing bad just a very tender, bruised spot (discovered while showering). The new one was hardly noticable until I washed my hair and rubbed the back of my head, most likely got it from hitting the head cushion on the seat a little too hard.
For once my job is cooperative. I was lucky to get the store manager there last night, he left a message with the open shift manager Laura. She gave me a call today to ask me a question and I let her know what happened to me. She was sympathetic and told me not to worry about going into work on Friday, and to call her to let her know how I feel and if I'll be missing work on Monday as well. Friday will be nice to have off it gives me four days to recuperate. I don't think I'll need to miss work on Monday.
My mom's still pretty upset I think, she hides it well though. Even though I am her main concern she is still displeased about me totalling her car, which I understand completely. I cried several times last night while I sat stupified on the curb. Not because I was in pain, but because of the huge amount of guilt I felt for ruining her vehicle. It puts her at a great disadvantage now, since she has lost her main transportation and there isn't anything I can readily do to replace it for her. I'm going to have to figure out a way to make it up to her. Right now she's not really talking to me, but she isn't yelling either. This is a good thing.
So far I seem to be doing well with the Percocet. Nice floaty feelings makes the world a lovely place.