I’m a bit shaken up as I write this.
I have a glass of red wine to help. Something I don’t do during the week.
Because an hour and a half ago, I met with an accident.
I had someone run into me…right into the driver’s side of my car. They apparently didn’t see me and decided to move despite me having right of the way. I saw them as I was driving. At a stop sign. And the next thing I know, I see them coming at me. And there seemed to be nothing I could do. You know how they talk about things happening in slow motion. That’s what it felt like.
And then, wham!
All I could say was “What the fuck!?”
We pulled over into a side street and once again, I got out of the car and went “What the fuck?!!!”
I was shaking all over.
And the person seemed shaken too. Saying they didn’t see me. Asking if I had my lights on. Which I did. I said I can’t see inside my car without the lights. We exchanged details without calling the police.
The sad thing is that it happened pretty close to home. I was on my way to the library to pick up a book.
I think I’m fine.
Annoyed at the inconvenience of having to take the car in for an assessment and then repairs.
Worried at possibly having to hear it might be written off.
Frustrated at having to hire a car if this one is getting fixed.
But in the end, I am okay. Physically I mean. The right side of my body hurts a bit. But I think that’s because of the massive jerk when the car was hit. It could have been a lot worse had we not been in a 50 zone. I guess I should go and see a doctor and get checked. Just in case.
Here’s my poor car:
Like I said, it could have been a lot worse.
I think I’m going to take a couple of Panadols and head to bed after dinner.
Until next time,