The past couple of days have been busy. On the doctor's advice I am off work and have been trying to "stay limber". As a result, I have been running as many errands as I can, tying up loose ends where I can.
Yesterday my mom-in-law Linda picked me up and drove me to ICBC where I made an official statement and produced my list of witnesses. Then we went and had a delicious breakfast at ABC-- I can't seem to resist pancakes for breakfast. Mmmm!
I'm not going to lie, I don't know anything about cars. And we've already established I'm not a good liar anyways (ahem, refer to surprise party post). So it comes as no surprise that when mom and I arrived at the rental place I candidly admitted to the rental representative, "I don't know anything about cars". Immediately after this comment, I realized my verbal diarrhea regretted my confession (don't want to be taken advantage of!) Oh well. Mom made up for it asking about cylinders... sounded impressive and I was glad to have her there!
We went to a second rental place because the first place didn't have anything mid-size (I would have been charged extra for a larger vehicle and the fee wouldn't have been covered by ICBC). We arrived and I rented a car. I called Dan and he asked, "Well hon, what kind of car is it?". Again, I don't know anything about cars so I said what made an impression on me: "It's a BLACK car!". Oh well, now I know I am driving a Pontiac G5. It's no sexy beast but then again, it's not a Ford so I'm pleased.
I received a call from the ICBC adjuster today. The car is totaled and will be written off. Good thing we bought that car replacement insurance, eh? We'll get a new car, and since the dealerships no longer sell 2006 models, I'm sure we'll get a brand new 2007-- blessings in disguise...
Today I also went to the Dr's office and then the massage therapist. They are convinced I'll live and I was fortunate not to have more physical damage. Still stiff but I am on painkillers and anti-inflammatories which seem to help.
So physically I'm okay. Emotionally, I'm a wreck. I have been crying at the drop of a hat.
Just when I thought I can't get any more stressed out, something else happens. On my drive in the black pontiac G5 to my Dr's office, I got pulled over for speeding. Yep, I was issued a ticket. The police officer was nice but as he was running my license and registration, there I was, sitting in the car sobbing. I didn't even have any tissues. After I was ticketed ($196) I drove to the Dr's office and cried some more.
Then I go to my parent's house and start sobbing some more. Rafi is a nurturer... he supplied me with tissues, comforting words, his regrets and then he sensitively asked, "Anna, how many more days are you going to be crying for?" "Why do you ask Rafi?" "Well, I just think I need to know". He's a pretty cute little guy.
Part of this emotional train wreck I'm on includes loss of appetite and loss of memory. I'm a bit of a nut-bar out there and I hope to recover soon. I feel out of control.
I also went to the Bay today and purchased a bathing suit for my up-and-coming trip to Hawaii. The cashier helping me was in her late 50's, early 60's. She looked at the bathing suit and raved at how cute it was. I said, "Thanks! It's great because it pulls in the hips to be a bit more flattering", to which she replied (and I quote), "I hear you dawg". Hahahaha! I think that was the highlight of my day.
Wow! A lot more happened but I feel this is a pretty good summary for now. Thanks to everyone for all your support and well-wishes!
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Good thing we had that extra insurance, too bad it doesn't cover speeding tickets. Well if all we have to pay is our deductible and the ticket for a new car, then thats not a bad deal at all. Plus the car was due for a oil change,which now we don't have to do. Cha-ching!
It's always been a dream of mine to have my car hit while I'm out of it buying a slushie, not hit too bad, but just enough to get it fixed up nice.
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