Right, so I was off at my first teacher inservice on Saturday. I enjoyed meeting new colleagues and getting familiar with my school, but I spent much of the day dreaming about coming home, blogging, working on Hey Teach, and planning my Monday shopping trip with Vixen.
Then, on the way home, the man in front of me slammed on his brakes at a yellow light. I, in turn, slammed on mine…but there wasn’t enough time to come through unscathed. BAM!
I’m actually mostly ok…I have all of these gross bruises and I sprained one wrist and screwed up the other (making typing a bit tedious), and I did have to spend several hours in the ER getting x-rayed and drugged up. And I pretty much feel like craparoo, and I’m driving a rental that I hate. But I’m doing well enough to jump into my teacher training without any problems (signed my contract yesterday!)
What makes me tear up about the whole thing at this point is the fact that I don’t think my beloved truck can be salvaged. I’m still waiting to hear from the adjuster, but the front end crumpled up pretty badly. Grrrr. LOVE that truck. And I can’t really justify buying another one just like it, because a) the truth is, I need something a bit more fuel-efficient now that I live in gigantic, sprawling Houston, and b) who are we kidding, it just wouldn’t be the same. So, once I get healed up and hear from the estimator, I guess it’s time to go car shopping. I guess you gotta take the good with the bad…
