| hell week |
[Sep. 25th, 2007|12:13 am] |
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Last week was probably one of the hardest things I've had to suffer. Maybe not. In any case, it was all kinds of fucked up. Let me explain:
On the way to school Monday morning, Sarah and I got into a car accident. It was unavoidable, unfortunately. I was going 50 down the access road of 290/71 West, coming up on Industrial Oaks. I had a green, and was about to go through the light when a green truck barrels through the crossing intersection, making a wide right turn right in front of my car. I knew I didn't have time to stop but I put down the brakes anyway, and slammed into his truck. The airbags deployed, and probably saved our lives. After we hit the truck, he hit an old asian lady in a Lincoln Towncar, and then hit the side wall of 290/71.
I didn't take pictures of the other cars, but this was my car at the end of it:
The bumper shouldn't be in the picture. That was after they (the fire department) moved it.
Sarah and I aren't terribly hurt. We're plenty bruised, and plenty sore, but we (luckily) didn't break anything, and so far we don't seem to have any long-term damages.
I spent the rest of the day dealing with the ER (the wait was too long, so we left and went to Sarah's family doctor, whom I didn't see until later. We'll get into that later on), with left over adrenaline, and insurance. The people at my insurance company are fucking surly, and that's the last goddamn thing I wanted to deal with. So instead, I did all of my dealings through The Guy In The Green Truck's insurance, whose employees we're nicer than I could have imagined. I opened a claim, met up with the guy the next day at the wrecker's where my car was, and he declared the vehicle a total loss. The rest of the day I spent looking for new cars, completely fruitless.
Wednesday I went out to look for cars again with Sarah's dad. Long story short, I end up finding a couple I like, but the kinds of cars I needed to be looking for were all more expensive than the money that the insurance was able to give me. I talk to Dad, since he's the one really in charge of the money-spending decisions here, (so late in the game because he hates high-pressure and high-dollar sales situations). He says it's okay to spend the extra for the better car, and he comes down with me to the dealership, they end up wanting more, I put the decision in Dad's hands and we end up doing it.
Long story short, he gets really angry and flies off the handle later on about how he didn't actually want to spend the extra money and that I shouldn't have the better car (he's got a piece-of-crap 97' toyota that he inherited from his mom. He could have just about any car he wanted within a decent price range, but because of the sales situation and etc he doesn't really push for it) and all of this he did with good reason and I don't blame him for it. All this and more he sends to me in a barrage of emails that I receive on Friday (remember, we were still on Wednesday last time). He sent them Thursday.
What happened to Thursday, you ask?
Wednesday night, after all of the excitement of the new car (It's a 2002 Acura RSX, by the way. 5 speed and lovely) I find that I don't feel too well. I get home, and promptly vomit. I spend a good portion of the night vomiting, in fact. Almost the entirety of Thursday I spent asleep. This is when my dad was freaking out.
After I sort of resolve things with him, Sarah flips out on me. We came close to breaking up, or so it felt. It wasn't so much of a fight as much as it was "We've got a serious problem". I'm not going to go into detail. (We're good now)
Friday I worked 7 to 7, exhausted, unable to eat. Saturday I worked another 10 or 11 hours, and Sunday was whatever.
And that was my week. |
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