I’d like to be writing about the events of my daily life less. Really, I would. I aspire to be more boring. OK, not more boring per se, just… less likely to turn up on some godawful, if-it-bleeds-it-leads local TV 11 o’clock news. So let’s just get it out of the way:
On Friday morning, I got into another car accident. A bad one.
The good news is… well, that there’s good news. I don’t mean that there’s anything inherently good about car accidents, of course; I mean “good” in the count-your-blessings sense. More specifically, the good news is that no one was seriously hurt.
The bad news is… well, everything else. I bruised my knee, which has had me gimping around with crutches (although I have lately cast the damned things aside, preferring to hop on one leg if necessary, which it more and more isn’t). Hopefully I’ll be upgrading to a cane within the next day or two. I sustained various other bumps, bruises and muscle sorenesses that I gather are par for the course when airbags deploy. Moving on to non-bodily injuries, my car was wrecked. My insurance’s assessor hasn’t seen it yet, but I have, and it is totaled. The other car probably is too, although I haven’t seen it up close.
The other part of the bad news is that I can’t go into any more detail, at least not now, for procedural/legal reasons. I’m sure you understand; if you don’t, just take my word for it that it would be a bad idea. I’ll tell more later when and if it’s appropriate. In the meantime, I hope to fill this space with material that is far more cheeky and blustery.
As an endnote – if, perchance, an omniscient creator or similar entity a) exists, and b) has read this far, I’d like to humbly submit to your all-powerfulness this statement: if all the people who’ve heard about my last few months who have been telling me “things can only get better for you now!” are correct, just know that I’m ready when you are, dude. Really.
But then, you already knew that.
Tags: bad luck, cars, health care, injury
