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DAMMIT
I really needed extra crap to deal with.
That must be why I was just rear ended, HARD, by some fucktard who doesn't know that when the car in front of you is stopped, you DON'T GO. &*@$&&!&!!!! There I am, sitting in traffic at a red light, when the light turns green. There's some back up, so the car in front of me doesn't go, so I don't go. The fucktard behind me decides that she is going to go. She hit me so hard (completely unexpected; I hadn't even been looking in my rearview mirror because there was NO REASON to believe anyone in their right minds -- or paying the least attention -- would move their vehicle) it was like a giant boulder had crashed through my car. You know, it's one thing to rear end someone when traffic is going pretty fast and it stops expectedly. But to rear end someone that hard when traffic is AT A CRAWL?????? You're obviously an inattentive MORORN.
This carries on my April tradition of being in a car accident. Maybe I should avoid driving of any kind during this month, as it's clearly out to get me. This accident is, of course, nowhere near as serious as last year's, but fuck I am pissed.
WHY couldn't I have pulled out of that parking lot 5 seconds later, so that the fucktard wouldn't have been behind me??? Why didn't I decide not to go have lunch there? Why didn't I spend an extra 10 minutes in the bookstore? Why did Jade have to hang up with me at the exact moment that she did, not delaying my lunch further? WHY WHY WHY???????
Other than some minor back soreness (for now), I'm fine, though it seems to be getting worse rather than better and I'm definitely going to have it looked at, probably tonight, but now I have to worry about getting my car fixed, insurance, what if Le Idiot tries to dispute, etc. Though the cops who arrived on the scene assured me it was on her, and her insurance company when I called said that she had reported it and wasn't disputing. Still, I've seen enough TV/movies to be paranoid.
The best was this: There were two motorcycle cops who showed up first -- one was young and cute, but a little bland, if nice. The other one told me this story about a T-bone accident that had happened a year ago, where the guy in one of the cars said that he was fine, and went home feeling some pain, then DIED THE NEXT DAY, because he had punctured his spleen and didn't know. I'm like, thank you, officer, that's a really great story.
So if you don't hear from me, it's obviously because the same thing happened to me.
That must be why I was just rear ended, HARD, by some fucktard who doesn't know that when the car in front of you is stopped, you DON'T GO. &*@$&&!&!!!! There I am, sitting in traffic at a red light, when the light turns green. There's some back up, so the car in front of me doesn't go, so I don't go. The fucktard behind me decides that she is going to go. She hit me so hard (completely unexpected; I hadn't even been looking in my rearview mirror because there was NO REASON to believe anyone in their right minds -- or paying the least attention -- would move their vehicle) it was like a giant boulder had crashed through my car. You know, it's one thing to rear end someone when traffic is going pretty fast and it stops expectedly. But to rear end someone that hard when traffic is AT A CRAWL?????? You're obviously an inattentive MORORN.
This carries on my April tradition of being in a car accident. Maybe I should avoid driving of any kind during this month, as it's clearly out to get me. This accident is, of course, nowhere near as serious as last year's, but fuck I am pissed.
WHY couldn't I have pulled out of that parking lot 5 seconds later, so that the fucktard wouldn't have been behind me??? Why didn't I decide not to go have lunch there? Why didn't I spend an extra 10 minutes in the bookstore? Why did Jade have to hang up with me at the exact moment that she did, not delaying my lunch further? WHY WHY WHY???????
Other than some minor back soreness (for now), I'm fine, though it seems to be getting worse rather than better and I'm definitely going to have it looked at, probably tonight, but now I have to worry about getting my car fixed, insurance, what if Le Idiot tries to dispute, etc. Though the cops who arrived on the scene assured me it was on her, and her insurance company when I called said that she had reported it and wasn't disputing. Still, I've seen enough TV/movies to be paranoid.
The best was this: There were two motorcycle cops who showed up first -- one was young and cute, but a little bland, if nice. The other one told me this story about a T-bone accident that had happened a year ago, where the guy in one of the cars said that he was fine, and went home feeling some pain, then DIED THE NEXT DAY, because he had punctured his spleen and didn't know. I'm like, thank you, officer, that's a really great story.
So if you don't hear from me, it's obviously because the same thing happened to me.
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I hope your spleen doesn't explode.
If you give me the "mororn"'s name and address I can stalk her, if you like.
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Fyou are such a good friend. Everyone should have a friend like fyou. (Excuse the extra Fs ... still the shaking.)
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I'd only stalk for you. Heck, I'd even send her a pig's heart!
just replace "the WB" with "the fucktard who rear ended you"
Yes, I blame myself.
Ice your neck tonight, and don't lift anything heavy; as you know, that is the breathtakingly cutting edge advice that the doctors will give you in the emergency room when you find time to have your emergency.
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You better go get checked out tonight, not saying that theres anything wrong. I just worry so its better to be safe than sorry.
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(Her, not you...) *g*
This is why I hate people, man. 'Cause they're idiots and junk.
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aww
*mwah*
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Get your back looked at ASAP, anyway. And don't lift anything heavy until your doctor gives you a thumbs-up. And give yourself a nice treat tonight, just so you can feel better... comfort food, or one of your guilty pleasure movies, or perhaps decorate your room with that mororn's head in a silver tray.
Hope you feel better soon!
ack!
People are serious fucktards. Like the jackass that was tailgaiting me in heavy traffic on I-5 near Tukwila this morning. Uh, hello, bumper to bumper traffic? Can't go any faster? Get off my ass????
People are stoopid.
Rest, take some pain relief and rest some more. Comfort food, comfort vids. And relax.
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I hope you're ok though! The back thing sounds slightly worrisome...but stuff like that happens in rear endings.
And police officer with story? Um...not cool. Thanks a lot for making me feel better dude! Wow...it was like that police officer that told my sister that she should have run over the owl instead of driving into the ditch. Gee thanks for making the situation better dude! Why is the world so messed up?
Anyways, sending good thoughts your way! *hugs*
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Stupid stupid people. *hugs more*
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Life is hard; it's even harder when you're stupid.
Make sure you get yourself checked out to know you are ok. You probably adrenaline running through your system to keep you from feeling any immediate effects.
*eep* Not that you need one more thing to think about, but did you get your taxes sorted out since today is the deadline? *patpatsoothehugs*
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*hugs you and hopes you feel better*
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Definitely get it looked it. I was in a car that was rearended and it's ruined my back. To this day I have trouble with it. Joy of joys.
I think this is life's way of tell you to take things easy. Chill out over the weekend and be bad girl and read lots of smut. :)
I'm glad you're okay though. *hugs*
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*kicks fucktard for you*
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Granted, they will be transporting their cargo of human slaves, but try to stay positive.
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Obviously this fucktard isn't just a MORON, but a dumbfuck shitface! *ahem* Pardon the language.
Am glad (& relieved) that you're okay but I hope that the soreness won't become a problem. Take it easy for a couple days d00d. *hugs*
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Second, *hug*. Glad to hear the insurance ball is rolling. Good girl for calling the cops on her ass! For sure smarter than yours truly. Also very glad to hear you are not seriously hurt. Hopefully the strain and stress will pass - and that nothing is more long-term ouchie.
Taking it on faith that you have lived through the night - I feel the need to offer cheer up fic. It could be the First and Only Fucktard, Cheer Up Sarea Challenge. I am sure we could dream up silly rules - like usage of the word fucktard and at least one can of whoopass being opened. Oh and nothing less than an R rating, NC-17 preferred.
Anyone? Come on!
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I've had headaches every day since it happened...
Of course, they *almost* totalled my car, because the stupid agent didnt know what he was talking about... and then, he realized "oh the frame isn't bent... and only the back bumper and one panel need to be replaced." Stupid All State...
I hope you're all right, and don't die on us.
*huggles*