Thanks to everyone for their concern and all. I appreciate it. Here's the lowdown... *insert drumroll here*
I was stopped at a red light, minding my own business, blinker fully engaged and car fully NOT engaged... complete stop, people. I was reaching for a piece of paper in the passenger seat and suddenly? Everything was WRONG. Starting, of course, with the truck I could see in my rear view mirror, nearly in my back seat. There's significant irony in that whole 'objects in mirror are closer than they appear' thing...
Anyway. Grandpa back there was apparently not even on this mental planet when he hit me, because he wasn't even attempting to slow down. Hence the insane amount of damage to my baby. I'm going to insert a small rant here (is anyone surprised?), because really? I think this bears mentioning...
I was at the crash site for nearly an hour (yes, I said HOUR) before the police showed up. Now, 3 minutes after the crash a FIRETRUCK showed up (oddly enough, NOT because they were called, but they were just on their way back from somewhere else and saw the wreck and decided it was a good time to get out and do fireman things. Like stand there on the curb and stare at my ASS in my yoga pants (I'd just gotten out of the gym), which was fine and all but rather surreal given the circumstances. Car wreck, dudes! Mayhem! Destruction! Not my ASS!), but the cops? Well, apparently there was a really long line at... okay, I won't say it. WON'T SAY IT! But seriously? An HOUR? WTF? Is there ANY jaywalking ticket that should have taken precedence over a car wreck? I wouldn't think so. And I know, for a fact, that we have more than one cop in this town, so sparing one to come and make sure I'm not going to DIE while waiting for them to write up their reports and all? Seems like it would have been appropriate. For fuck's sake... *sighs*. I did not, however, vent my proverbial spleen at the cop when he finally meandered into the picture. I so deserve a cookie for that one.
Now, the bonus here is that the dude that hit me? Wasn't driving his own truck. Was driving his grandson-in-law's truck. And that truck? Did not have proof of insurance on it. In it. NEAR it. And when grandpa called the owner of the aforementioned truck to get the insurance information? Surprisingly enough? He couldn't get any. Gee, go figure! So MY insurance company was doing this cute little dance, trying to avoid having to file a claim on it. I understand they don't like to part with money, but this is what I PAY THEM FOR. I finally called my attorney yesterday morning. Have I mentioned lately how much I heart my attorney? Yeah, he was all foaming at the mouth on my behalf. God bless him. So I call my insurance company back and when she starts talking and I hear the dance music kicking in, I simply say 'Well, I was just speaking to my attorney, and HE says...' I tell you, it's amazing what the word 'attorney' can do to an insurance agent. Really. Suddenly I was getting all kinds of cooperation and clarification. I'm now writing my attorney into my will.
Things are still a mess, as the insurance company doesn't seem to play well with the car rental company, so I'm currently paying for my rental car out of my own pocket until they get their collective heads out of their collective asses, but I know it'll end up resolved before long. ATTORNEY!
Oh, and my baby? Isn't totaled. I just found out yesterday. $13,000 in damages, but not totaled. Is it just me, or does seeing that number written down make your head hurt? And it will, according to the collision center at the Cadillac dealership, take about a month to make my baby 'good as new'. I have my doubts on the whole 'good as new' thing, but... we shall see.
Oh, and one final note... I appear to be in one piece. A little sore, some headaches, but other than that? I have once again stared death in the face and walked away laughing. (...) Okay, laughing isn't quite right, more like hyperventilating, but... I'm still here, dammit!
Anyone have some Valium they want to share? *smiles hopefully*
A wee bit of a car accident were ya in, Darlin'?? WTF? I can't turn my back for 5 minutes without finding out about you in some kind of tete e tete that seemingly involves a vehicle! Hire a chauffeur for now on...seriously!
Ok...are you sure you're ok? This is not a good weekend for me to be hearing about another friend involved in vehicular accident--I'm burying a friend on Tuesday...
Posted by: Nyt | May 22, 2009 at 11:12 PM
Nola! I miss you!
I'm glad you're OK (uh, say, physically) - I still stand next to my belief that there are only a few handfuls of folks who should be allowed a drivers license. I fucking hate drivers. PAY ATTENTION mother fuckers.
Posted by: ash | May 26, 2009 at 09:43 PM
Heeeeeelllllloooooo Nola!! I am so glad I found you again! Your blogs were the highlight of my day (wow....im a looser :| ) um...moving on, I have not talked to you in over 2 years since my pc crashed and I had to switch to Mac :D way better! I'm glad to hear that you are fine after the idiot decided to drive through your car. Did I read right when they said there was $13,000 worth of damage and its NOT totaled? WTF is that crap? Any joe-shmoe driving a crapped out car can get it totaled for only minimal damage. Wow.
Anyway just wanted to say hi again and that I was really sorry to hear about your husband. *hug* Talk to you soon!
Posted by: Heather | June 09, 2009 at 09:00 PM