Thursday actually started out as a good day. It was the beginning of a beautiful day, the sun was trying to break through the clouds, it wasn't too cold, and I managed to get the garbage out before the truck went by! Things couldn't get much better!
That was until I lost control of my car on a turn not even 2 kilometres from home and ended up rolling it into the ditch. As I sat in my car, looking out at what used to be my car door window, I realized that this Thursday was turning bad real quick. I sat there and tried to digest what happened, I am not even how long I was there for....just sitting and listening to the deafening roar of the silence outside. I tried to open my door, but it was jammed shut from the impact and I had to crawl over the seat and get out through the passenger door. By now I had reached the "Fuck!" Stage. This stage is where the only thing that you can think of is: "FUCK!" As in "Fuck-my car is fucking ruined", "Merry Fucking Christmas- can I ask everyone to chip in and buy me a new fucking car?", "Holy Fuck-how did this happen??!!!" and "Fucking Jesus, what the fuck am I going to do now? FUCK!!!".
I went off directly in front of a house (I actually ended up in the ditch in an attempt to not take out their mailbox), and began to trek up there to use the phone. The poor unassuming woman that I encountered didn't deserve to wake up to me and my mess. She was out her door by the time I reached the driveway...this is how our conversation went:
Poor Unassuming Woman (herein refered to as PUW): "Oh my god, are you alright? I saw you go off".
Me: "I have no idea, I think that I am OK, do I look ok? Is my face bleeding? Do you see anything wrong?"
I am saying this, all the while I patting my arms down in some misguided attempt to see if I have any broken bones, and I am speaking about 89 words per minute. At this time, I figured that I needed to use her phone. I somehow ended up in front of her, and instead of asking if I could use her phone, I just walked into her house ahead of her, and TOLD her that I needed the phone. WTF?? Good to know my manners hold up under pressure.
So, it is 8:30 in the morning, I have just crashed my car and my father is 5000 kilometres away in Calgary, and the only person or thing at my house is my cat. I had to stop and think for a minute on who the hell I was going to call to get me out of this mess. After deciding that my cat just wasn't going to be able to cut it, I called my uncle Gussie. So as I am sitting there in this poor woman's house, waiting for my uncle to come, I hit the "Christ" stage. It was the only thing that I was capable of saying or thinking.
PUW: "You are handling this so well, I would be much more upset"
Me: "Christ"
PUW's young daughter: "See the puppy?" (she was pointing to the puppy in the room)
Me: "Christ"
PUW: "So what happened? Were the roads really icy?"
Me: "Christ"
Gussie arrived finally and saved that poor woman from being subjected to me and my nonsense.... Gussie was convinced that I had a concussion, and started at this point to continually ask me questions like "What is your name?", "Who am I?", "What day is it?". I was getting to the "Pissed Off" stage, so these questions weren't sitting too well with me...I was too upset about wrecking my car (but never fear, I did realize that he was just looking out for my wellbeing, and I harbour no ill will to the man with all the questions). So eventually, my car was towed away, and I was left with this feeling of impending doom. I remember at some point being asked by a well meaning person if there was anything that I wanted. The only thing I could think of was CHOCOLATE, and lots of it...chocolate chip cookies, chocolate bars, anything that had chocolate. What is it about chocolate that women just need? Especially during a crisis?
Thankfully I had just put collision on my car shortly after
E had bought hers (THANK YOU E!!), so at least my car was going to be covered. Also included with my insurance was a neat little thing called Loss of Use coverage. This meant that I am covered for a rental car while mine is being fixed! Woot!
I am still haunted by the whole experience. What is it about having your mortality fucked with that totally messes up your mind? I was awake most of last night because I kept having a re-occurring dream last night where I was driving and lost control, only this time there was no open field to crash into; this time it was a big, huge open rock face, which I knew that as soon as I hit it I would be dead. Or there was the other version where I went off a huge cliff into the ocean. Each time I woke up just before I made contact or actually crashed, sweating and not wanting to be alone anymore. But at least I am ok right??
Good job with the insurance though.