I Just Got Hit!

HERE IT IS...MY ONE TIME BEAUTIFUL CAR!

So, I left work early to pick up my friends daughter...I was going to rush home to change (not knowing how long I'd be sitting at the hospital). Got on the freeway...then remembered I was almost out of gas. I don't get paid till Monday...didn't have enough to go ALL the way home and then back to Rachell's school. I quickly got off at the first exit, had to back track and take a different route. I was in the left hand turn lane (there were two designated turn lanes) I was in the one furthest to the left next to the double yellow lines. All of a sudden I see this old blue Chrysler heading straight toward my car. I didn't have time to get out of the way. He hit me, pushed me almost into oncoming traffic and his car bounced off of mine backwords into another lane.

He bashed into the rear passenger side door. It was an old man in his late 70's or so. He came to my drivers side window and with a german accent tried to tell me that it was my fault. He was a little confused and didn't realize that there were two turn lanes. I called the police and while I was on the phone with the operator...he came up to my window again...standing in a lane with oncoming traffic swerving to miss him. I said, "You need to get back in your car before you get hit." He said, "What?" I replied kind of forceful and bossy said "Get back in your car NOW!" The operator heard all of this and said, "Did he listen to you?" "Yes...he's walking back now."

So I waited for the police...didn't move my car because I wanted them to see that it was his fault. The police got there and I told them that he seems a little confused and explained what happened. He still tried to insist that it was my fault. Then the police told him again that there was two turn lanes and he came into mine. I feel kind of bad for him because once older people lose their license then they lose their independence. But, on the other hand they become a road hazard...guess I was lucky no one was seriously hurt. They gave him a ticket and told me that their report would reflect that he had caused the accident.

MY POOR CAR...I LOVE MY LINCOLN NAVIGATOR!


I picked up Rachell and headed to the hospital. My friend had been sent over from her doctor's office in an ambulance because her EKG was irregular and her blood pressure was sky high. We sat there with her...she was hooked up to everything and had an IV. She continued to have pains while I was there. The doctor said, "You can go home now...we don't know what's wrong but your EKG has been irregular in the past so I guess that's normal for you." I said, "WHAT IS CAUSING THE PAIN SHE KEEPS HAVING THEN." "I don't know could be a bruised rib, stress any number of things." So there you have it...as we drove away, she got more severe pains. I told her to call me if she needs to go back, or if it's terrible, call the ambulance. CRAZY...I guess they needed her bed in the ER.

So I've had quite the day!!!

Sad and Scary Day Yesterday (Part 1 of 2)

I left work yesterday...late again to pick up the kids, but not driving fast like I usually do. Those of you who know me would be amazed how often I drive the speed limit, gas prices and my big gas guzzler has slowed me down. A lady in a blue Expedition was driving next to me, I noticed because every time we pulled up to a red light, she would gun it the second it turned green...I kept looking over because she was acting like she wanted to race...and she was about the same age as me! I guess I probably would have tried to beat her back in the old days when gas was $2.50 (always a little immature I guess.) Oops...I got sidetracked...it's hard to write about yesterdays events!

The lady beat me again, speeding past the kids school, I turned into the parking lot, spotting my two kids standing beside a group of about 20 other kids. All of a sudden I heard a loud chirping noise behind me as I stopped the car. The kids started screaming, "What the HECK!?!" My boys were running inside the crowd towards the street, into the middle of the road...I looked out my rear view window to see them standing in a circle surrounding something, on the ground. I jumped out of my car...worried they would be hit by oncoming traffic. Lying on the ground was a small white dog..the speeding lady had hit him, slowed down, looked in her mirror and sped away...with her child witnessing everything.

The owner of the dog was holding its little head as it laid there breathing hard and looking straight ahead, blinking and silent. It's right hind legs had missing fur and indented where the tire had ran over him. He had a little blood coming out of it's forehead. A neighbor came out with a flat cardboard box and a towel to keep him warm. We slowly scooted him onto the box and carried him onto the sidewalk while the owner ran to get their truck. I was holding the part of the box closest to his head...petting him, trying not to cry, he just kept looking, pleading with his eyes for help. We carefully put him in the back of the truck, they opened the back window to hold him in place as they slowly drove to the vet.

I don't know if he survived...but all night I just kept picturing his eyes and I felt so SAD! How could someone hit a dog and just take off!! What's wrong with people...and in front children!

After I got home the scary part of my day started...(part 2 tomorrow)...