Saturday, November 11, 2006

Ow.

On the way home from Griffith Observatory last night, Circusfaerie, The Mad Hatter and I were rear ended. The red light we had stopped for had just changed to green when suddenly someone slammed into us from behind. Fortunately, the car in front of us had just moved so at least the collision was limited to two cars. Unfortunately, the person who hit my brand new car (I haven't even made a payment yet!) with circusfaerie sitting in the back seat (post-spinal surgery!) sped away before we could get any identifying information whatsoever.

Paramedics and police were called and a felony hit and run report was taken. Since there were no witnesses (no one in traffic stopped, and the few people on the street who actually saw something decided they didn't see anything after all and left before the police arrived) there really isn't anything they can do.

We spent the next four hours in the emergency room, where we were all given shots for pain and prescriptions for muscle relaxers. Circusfaerie had her back x-rayed, and while the doctor said she was fine, she's still following up with her surgeon to have more physical therapy prescribed.

Meanwhile, I'm one big unhappy ache and pain. I'm trying not to have any bitterness against the person who did this, but it's really hard. I can't help but feel guilty that Circusfaerie and Hat were involved in this. Neither Hat or I have health insurance so I'm hoping my insurance company will pick at least up the slack so we can see a chiropractor to work the soreness out.
In the meantime I have to deal with insurance companies, getting the car fixed, and functioning either with pain or with painkillers that knock me the fuck out.

Apparently, nobody told the Universe that this was supposed to be a good week, and I don't need this. Please send warm, healing thoughts and your best strategies for dealing with shit when you just don't want to deal. And drugs. And a really hot masseur. And a million dollars. And a bunny. Lots and lots of bunnies.

posted by Space Kitty at 2:16 PM|| Comments (2)

2 Comments:

God that totally fucking sucks. Lots of love from Colorado! :*

-- by Blogger Kimberly, at 11/12/2006 2:08 PM 

I'm so sorry to hear about this. While I'm not a *male* massage therapist, I am pretty hot (according to Bott), and you know I could rock your whiplashed ass like no one's business...if only I was in the same country!! Please take care and I hope you find the relief you seek. Love, me.

-- by Anonymous Anonymous, at 11/29/2006 7:56 AM 

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