Had a low key therapy appointment this morning. I’m in kind of a “fuck it” place, mood-wise and it showed in my inability to find something to talk about.
But, on the way home, I got into a doozy of a car accident. The person trying to merge into my lane, decided to just hook a left turn instead of actually, ya know, merging. I got to take my very first ambulance ride to the hospital. My airbags deployed for the very first time. It was a morning of firsts!
I’m fine. I’m fine-ish. I’m sprained and strained and I have a burn mark on my left arm from the airbag. I was leaning on the horn with my right hand when the airbag deployed, jamming my right arm in the elbow and the shoulder. Plus I have black and blue marks (which I expect to turn brighter more interesting colors by tomorrow) all over my legs from the lower bank of airbags.
The car is probably totalled. It’s a 2007 Caliber that I got at the end of 2006. Dodge doesn’t even make a caliber anymore. I love that car. It’s paid it’s dues and then some. I’ve spent the night in it more than once. I taught my stepkids to drive in it.
And it protected me when I needed it most. I’m going to be going on vacation looking like someone has beaten me simple, but at least I’m around to look like hell.