I’m fine. The people that I hit are fine—but I got into a car accident.
I felt like I needed to preface this entry with that, which was exactly what I told my mom when I called her yesterday, crying hysterically, from the side of the road.
Boy, this week is just filled with firsts—huh?
I was a little too shaken up to write about it last night, but yesterday was my first big oops when it comes to driving.
I’m very serious. I’ve never been pulled over. I’ve never had a ticket. I’ve never even be towed for inappropriate parking. I’ve been driving for six years. That’s pretty good for a 22-year-old, right? Well, my clean slate is now… not so clean.
It happened at around four thirty yesterday afternoon. I’d had virtually no sleep the night before (same goes for R.J and my doctor who I must have called three times after midnight). Then I spent the afternoon at his office getting an IV and trying to catch up on my sleep in a recliner.
I got in my car and was ready to head back home to get some real sleep. It was raining. I passed through a school zone, going twenty miles per hour. Then I headed into a long line of cars preparing to make a right turn. The light was red, but cars were slowly turning and I was stopping, then going, for about two minutes before it happened. I’m not sure what had me so distracted, if it was the rain—or I had just gotten lazy because of the stop and start rhythm of traffic, but all of a sudden the cars started moving quicker and I figured—great, green light, let’s go.
Except it wasn’t a green light.
Next thing I know I’m read-ending the car in front of me…which in turn rear-ends the car in front of it.
I just remember that feeling of my car bashing into the one in front of me and being like….whoa, I’m actually wielding a two-ton weapon here.
Well, it didn’t take more than ten seconds for the waterworks to start and I shakily got out of my car and ran up to the other two people to see if they were okay. They were. The car in front of me was a small white car with two men and a woman, but the minivan in front of them was a mother and two kids. And my heart just sunk.
Because if I had two kids in my car and someone even got CLOSE to me—I’d be ready to throttle them, no matter how small of a bump it was.
The hood on the white car was a little bent in, and the bumper on the minivan looked like it might have had some paint scraped off it. I didn’t even look at my car until about twenty minutes later, but it too seemed to just be some minor paint scrapes.
I called my mom while we waited for the police; by the time they both got there I was hyperventilating. The police decided not to issue me a ticket as it was just a minor accident, but my insurance would have to cover the cars in front of me.
And it took another twenty minutes for my mom to get me to calm down and remember that
- I have insurance, and this is covered…
- Nobody was hurt, including myself….
- Nobody’s car was totaled; it was all minor damage that everyone drove away from…
- She was there, R.J would be there in twenty minutes with a friend to drive my car back home while she took me back to my doctor to get checked out.
So moral of the story; I was really no closer to death yesterday than I am on any other day—which was never really all that close to begin with. And now I know that crying hysterically can reverse four hours with an IV in just fifteen minutes.
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