Stuff happens then you move on

I was in a minor car crash.

Again.

Sometimes I wonder if my Versa has an invisible bulls eye painted on it. I bet you’re probably getting as tired as I am reading about my Versa woes.

Someone slammed into my Versa on Thursday while I was waiting at a red light to turn. It was around 7 p.m., right after mobility. Ugh. This is why I should not work overtime. Thankfully nobody was seriously injured. The woman who hit me was either impaired by drugs or incredibly upset. She was crying a lot. I was just in a stunned state of shock.

I have whiplash. No big deal. I will live. And as the saying goes it could have been a lot worse. I played the “woe is me. I hate my life” card last night and texted everyone I knew while I waited at the ER.

(Yes I am a complete drama queen. And I may have cried in front of the sports guys in the office.) But now I am over my moment of weakness. I just get overwhelmed and I freak out when stuff happens. Once again Suzy and Josh came to my rescue. I am so thankful for these two!

I didn’t go into work today. Instead I dealt with insurance and the body shop. I hated leaving the office in the lurch but I just needed to calm down and take a knee so to speak. My upper back was super stiff and I had a headache for most of the day. I would have been useless at trying to string sentences and words together.

It’s such a bummer because I really, really wanted to go back to the mountains this weekend. Oh well there’s always next weekend. I declined the offer of drugs for my pain. I prefer the alternative no drug cures such as retail therapy.

Works every time.