Princess Presleigh

31 and 3... sounds like a football game, but its when I arrived in this world.


Monday, June 25, 2007

Grrrrrr - bad language alert *laugh*

Yesterday (Saturday), I was on my way to The Store That Shall Not Be Named in an effort to get another car seat for Miss P because all my efforts to find a used one at a reasonable price have failed and I needed it far sooner than yesterday. I was coming up C rowchild Tr and exited off at N orth land Dr to go into N orthland mall and I was at a full stop at the yield going to the right, when *BLAM* my head went flying forward and smashed into the steering wheel and *BLAM* my head slammed back into the headrest, which I felt give. Somehow I had the presence of mind to stop the moving car which was thrown forward into traffic and put the car into park and throw on my hazard lights... how or when I don't know, as I don't remember doing it.

My driver's window was open and the driver of the other car came to see if I was alright. I said no. He asked if I had been in an accident before and I said years and years ago. He then asked me where I had been going. I'm still not sure if he was making small talk or if he was trying to get me to say something to get him off the hook. I just said I was going to The Store That Shall Not Be Named. He then disappeared for a second and my gut reaction was to call my mom. In hysterics I called her and asked her to come to the scene, which wasn't far from her house. She asked if I had called the police, and I said no, but I hit my head badly. She urged me to call 911 and then I hung up and called them. The guy wanted into my passenger door to talk to me. My purse and everything were on the seat beside me so then this wave of panic that he was going to rob me went thru my head. Gathering my stuff and putting it on the floor on my side, I let him in. He wanted me to move the cars into the parking lot. So I managed to do that, and I vaguely remember doing it.
I called 911 as we were driving into the lot and told them where I was and they urged me not to get out of the car, as much as I wanted to, I couldn't breath, my head was throbbing.
I got 2 ambulances, 3 fire trucks and 2 police cruisers.

They checked me over at the scene and released me, urging me to get looked at by a doctor for the whiplash I will surely have.

On a funny note, I have a bumper sticker/magnet that says "If you're gonna ride my ass, at least pull my hair." and the firemen were laughing at it, and when the paramedics were helping me out of the car, I saw two of them pointing and laughing at it..so I said "I guess he was trying to pull my hair." Which made them laugh.

He was charged with at least two offenses, don't know what, but I saw them writing tickets.
He totalled his buddy's car so I guess he won't be driving his buddy's car anytime soon.
I went to the doctors after I had cleared my head by going to The Store That Shall Not Be Named with my mom and Greg and got the stupid car seat and he prescribed me some muscle relaxants, pain killers, a collar, physiotherapy and massage therapy.
I can't lift Miss P, I can't do up my own bra and I can't shoulder check at all so my driving has been severely hampered.

If this fucks up my holidays in Ontario, I'm going to hunt someone down and hurt them... badly.
I go back to the doctor Monday. I have insurance adjusters coming tomorrow from my insurance co, I have to get an x ray done, I have the owner's insurance adjusters either Tues or Wed, and I need to get some work done on a shop that is due before I leave. In between all that, I have to work my reg job and try and heal and get some physio and a massage or two before Friday.

I must say, I will from now only ever buy Saturn. My car has such minimal cosmetic damage that unless I pointed it out to you, you'd never know it happened. The wheels need an alignment, and various other things need to be checked, but in all honesty, my body took the brunt of the impact, not the car. The car he was driving, a 91 N issan N s x is a write off... the car is worth less than a grand and there is at least 5 grand in damage..at least that.

I hate you right now, dude. I know who you are and where to find you and if I had the strength right now, I'd bitch slap you.

Small blessings too, none of my girls were with me.

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