Shitty weekend...
I was driving my truck like I always do, Sunday morning. I approached an on ramp with less than 10k in the box, and some nice winds blowing in from the east. The curved ramp was improperly banked for its radius. As I approached the curve, everything seemed to be normal, but upon entering the curve, I felt the driver-side of my truck lift of the ground a bit and start to sit back down. It seemed things were going to be okay for about .000003 sec., when the driver-side came back up and my truck went over on its side. I then proceeded to slide for another 100-125 ft. before hitting the outer concrete barrier, which brought my truck to a halt. When the truck stopped, I looked over to check on my dog and saw that te passenger-side window was busted, the dogs bed was laying cock-eyed through the window, and my dog was nowhere to be seen. That was when I started to panic. I climbed through the busted windshield and began searching frantically, fearing that he may have ended up under the truck. Some people pulled of and saw me looking around and asked if I was looking for a little white dog. I replied, "Yes", and they said they saw it running down the ramp and down the road. Not caring if I was injured or not, I began walking down the road, searching for my little riding companion. After about 5 minutes, some people drove up next to me and told me the cop was waiting for me. I headed back towards my truck so I could give my statement and info to the trooper. I then went back to the front of my truck to see if i could find my wallet so I could give the officer my drivers license. While I was up there, someone walked up and had my dog in his arms and asked if I was looking for him. When he handed him to me and i saw that he was hurt, but alive, I began crying, more from guilt that I had hurt the dog than anything else, but also because i was glad to have him back. After we got the truck upright and on its way to the yard, I was able to get Blu to the vet to be seen. He did not suffer from any broken bones, but he was scraped and cut up pretty bad on his right paw and leg. The vet drugged him up a bit and doctored his leg, then it was off to find a hotel. My dad arrived at the hotel around 2245 so that I would have a familiar face around and to make sure I had transportation for the next day. The following morning I made a shit load of phone calls, got my personal effects from my truck and my dad brought me home. It was an interesting experience, but one that I would not soon care to repeat. I have to take Blu to the vet again to get his bandage changed, and I have to go to the doctor on Workman's Comp. Then all there really is left to do is wait to see what the insurance company says about the truck. I hope everyone else had a better weekend than I did. I am going to bed now. Out.