Those of you that know me know that I often run a little late getting to work. I always make up my time, so it's not a big deal. However, Tuesday morning the 22nd it caught up with me. At about straight up 8 o'clock I was stopped at a stoplight. You know, when the light turns red you have to stop, right?
Next thing I know, I'm being pushed into the car in front of me. Yep, I got rear-ended. After I pulled off into an entrance to one of our local manufacturing plants, I called 911. I'd gotten knocked around pretty good, so I thought it wise to call. I know that my phone makes a funny noise when I call 911, but I can't for the life of me remember what it is. I also can't remember most of what I said to the 911 operator or to my husband when I called him immediately after calling 911.
At this point I walked to the back of my car to see what the damage was. The man who had hit me seemed to be pretty elderly. I estimated 80-85. As you can see from the pictures, there's a pretty healthy chunk of my rear bumper missing. I said, "Well then," to the man that had hit me. His response, "I'm going to have to find a bathroom." And he proceeded to walk across a very busy intersection to the local gas station. All I could think of is that you're not supposed to leave the scene of an accident.
Long story short, he literally crapped his pants when he hit me. My car has about $3000 worth of damage to it and my body has even more. I've got a nasty case of whiplash that will keep me in physical therapy for months. I'm actually in quite a lot of pain. But, what are you going to do? It's called an accident for a reason.
So it's been quite the week. Painkillers and muscle relaxers are my friends. But, they make me very tired. Makes functioning at normal levels interesting! But, I'm on the mend. Life goes on.