ooh. excitement.
Jun. 10th, 2013 06:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
averygoodun42Well, this week has started off rather brilliantly. We slept in just a tad, and when I bent down to pick up my pants from the floor, my shoulder went into spasm. Twice. Stretched it out a bit, went downstairs and got Page off to school with little to no fuss (there were smiles, even). Geoff and I got to the store to pick up some necessities (and non-necessities my weak, weak will conceded), was stopped at the intersection before Geoff's workplace signalling to turn left, and WHAM. Rear-ended. By a van. Twice.
It was the second hit that got me turning around to glare at the guy.
Turns out he'd dropped his (handheld) radio, and in his fumbles to fish it out of the crevice, he'd flicked it underneath the brake pedal. *cough* He was incredibly contrite, of course. Shitty luck on all our parts, really. I feel kinda bad for him. Course' our luck was good in that there was a cop two cars behind the van, so we got seen to (legally) right away. And none of us needed an ambulance. Not even close.
'Course, I think I feel worse for my and Geoff's backs. The guy'd been going about 15-20 mph when he hit us, so our backs are definitely talking to us. Well, mine didn't start talking for about half an hour because the adrenaline was masking everything, but the bonks definitely aggravated whatever was wrong with it to begin with. My entire left side is quite upset. Not hugely, mind, but I'm definitely in favor of taking NSAIDs for the nonce.
Geoff, meanwhile, had been sitting in an awkward position (his laptop bag was in the footwell, so his legs had been skewed to the side), and considering he's been having back troubles anyway, well, it wasn't too huge a surprise that his forearm down to his fingers were a bit tingly.
Fortunately, the chiropractor was willing to see us this afternoon, and Geoff already feels better. It'll be a bit longer for me, I think, just because that's how my body works. (His back is in worse shape than mine, but he recovers far faster.)
So, yeah. Fun, exciting day. Actual good things do abound, though. In no order: A) I wasn't at fault, meaning I don't have to pay the deductible for the repairs. B) Page wasn't in the car with us. C) Got to spend some time with Geoff, albeit post-accident down-time is not the best quality time in the world. Still, we got to watch another episode of Wallander, which was good. If depressing. D) We have insurance. The van driver has insurance. Our car is in the shop already; the fix-it dude gave us a good tour of what's going to happen, and also a really good explanation of why we shouldn't have driven it to the repair shop. (Oops.) And did I mention that we don't have to pay for the thousands of dollars of work to be done? Yeah. Very good thing, that. E) Our insurance will pay for the adjustments, which might actually put my back in better condition than it was before the accident. Hopefully.
But now I'm going to go wander around the internets like a lost puppy looking for love. Mostly because I have the attention span of--SQUIRREL!!! ;-)
It was the second hit that got me turning around to glare at the guy.
Turns out he'd dropped his (handheld) radio, and in his fumbles to fish it out of the crevice, he'd flicked it underneath the brake pedal. *cough* He was incredibly contrite, of course. Shitty luck on all our parts, really. I feel kinda bad for him. Course' our luck was good in that there was a cop two cars behind the van, so we got seen to (legally) right away. And none of us needed an ambulance. Not even close.
'Course, I think I feel worse for my and Geoff's backs. The guy'd been going about 15-20 mph when he hit us, so our backs are definitely talking to us. Well, mine didn't start talking for about half an hour because the adrenaline was masking everything, but the bonks definitely aggravated whatever was wrong with it to begin with. My entire left side is quite upset. Not hugely, mind, but I'm definitely in favor of taking NSAIDs for the nonce.
Geoff, meanwhile, had been sitting in an awkward position (his laptop bag was in the footwell, so his legs had been skewed to the side), and considering he's been having back troubles anyway, well, it wasn't too huge a surprise that his forearm down to his fingers were a bit tingly.
Fortunately, the chiropractor was willing to see us this afternoon, and Geoff already feels better. It'll be a bit longer for me, I think, just because that's how my body works. (His back is in worse shape than mine, but he recovers far faster.)
So, yeah. Fun, exciting day. Actual good things do abound, though. In no order: A) I wasn't at fault, meaning I don't have to pay the deductible for the repairs. B) Page wasn't in the car with us. C) Got to spend some time with Geoff, albeit post-accident down-time is not the best quality time in the world. Still, we got to watch another episode of Wallander, which was good. If depressing. D) We have insurance. The van driver has insurance. Our car is in the shop already; the fix-it dude gave us a good tour of what's going to happen, and also a really good explanation of why we shouldn't have driven it to the repair shop. (Oops.) And did I mention that we don't have to pay for the thousands of dollars of work to be done? Yeah. Very good thing, that. E) Our insurance will pay for the adjustments, which might actually put my back in better condition than it was before the accident. Hopefully.
But now I'm going to go wander around the internets like a lost puppy looking for love. Mostly because I have the attention span of--SQUIRREL!!! ;-)
