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So on my way to work last friday(for the first time in WEEKS) I get in an accident on the freeway. The other guy drove off.
A women helped me get off the freeway where we called the police, who called an ambulance. I called my mom. And robin.
I'm ok. Im sore. And my left forearm has been constanly bandaged up. I left a little skin on the airbags, apparantly. And I broke the windshield with my head!
But I walked away from it.
I feel like shit cause I dont have collision coverage and Im broke as fuck. And I had to call in and inform my work that I wouldnt be showing up at all this week, due to the pussing bleeding mess called my arm. So I feel guilty and shitty and blah.
BUT!
The boy has yet to leave my side since right after the accident. Im so fucking lucky to have a doctor brown. He held my hand in the er and has been nothing but perfect. So yes.
Now I go to kauaii. See you in two weeks.
A women helped me get off the freeway where we called the police, who called an ambulance. I called my mom. And robin.
I'm ok. Im sore. And my left forearm has been constanly bandaged up. I left a little skin on the airbags, apparantly. And I broke the windshield with my head!
But I walked away from it.
I feel like shit cause I dont have collision coverage and Im broke as fuck. And I had to call in and inform my work that I wouldnt be showing up at all this week, due to the pussing bleeding mess called my arm. So I feel guilty and shitty and blah.
BUT!
The boy has yet to leave my side since right after the accident. Im so fucking lucky to have a doctor brown. He held my hand in the er and has been nothing but perfect. So yes.
Now I go to kauaii. See you in two weeks.