I hate this week...
So... the hits just keep on coming.
Friday night, as Hilchan was driving home from picking up the next two DVD's of Fullmetal Alchemist, she got rear-ended by some lousy bitch to busy talking on her cellphone to pay attention to the fact that traffic had stopped due to rush hour.
::: sigh :::
The car is okay. That's the first thing my wife says to me when she calls... like I give a damn. Was SHE okay? Thankfully, it looked like she was. But as the night kept going, we had to go to the ER at Brookwood. She was just in too much pain to relax. After four hours of waiting, we finally learn that she definitely has whiplash. A shot of demerol and a prescib for loratab and an anti-inflam later and she's finally resting.
Needless to say, plans for house cleaning and getting a new bed are out the window. Plans to go to Stcrux's for dinner had to be canceled, as well as any plans for getting together with people for the Super Bowl. At least she's okay.
Out of all of this, we did learn that Progressive Insurance is the bomb. Everything is paid for, plus a chance of some cash for any pain and suffering over the weekend. The 800 number sucks, but the local reps are great. I feel like a fucking commercial. Either way, things are okay...
Hope everyone else is okay.
Let's just hope this next week goes off better than this last one.
::: sigh :::
Friday night, as Hilchan was driving home from picking up the next two DVD's of Fullmetal Alchemist, she got rear-ended by some lousy bitch to busy talking on her cellphone to pay attention to the fact that traffic had stopped due to rush hour.
::: sigh :::
The car is okay. That's the first thing my wife says to me when she calls... like I give a damn. Was SHE okay? Thankfully, it looked like she was. But as the night kept going, we had to go to the ER at Brookwood. She was just in too much pain to relax. After four hours of waiting, we finally learn that she definitely has whiplash. A shot of demerol and a prescib for loratab and an anti-inflam later and she's finally resting.
Needless to say, plans for house cleaning and getting a new bed are out the window. Plans to go to Stcrux's for dinner had to be canceled, as well as any plans for getting together with people for the Super Bowl. At least she's okay.
Out of all of this, we did learn that Progressive Insurance is the bomb. Everything is paid for, plus a chance of some cash for any pain and suffering over the weekend. The 800 number sucks, but the local reps are great. I feel like a fucking commercial. Either way, things are okay...
Hope everyone else is okay.
Let's just hope this next week goes off better than this last one.
::: sigh :::