I’m going to be going easy on the blogging for awhile. My neck is out of joint because a guy in a Jeep Cherokee smashed into my Acura Integra yesterday, as I was stopped at a red light. I hadn’t slammed on the brakes to stop; the light had been red for awhile. This guy hadn’t even slowed down. He just wasn’t looking. My car may be totaled. I’ll hear tomorrow.
My whiplash isn’t too bad yet, but I’m worried about a repeat of what I went through five years ago when my car was rear-ended. It took seven months to recover, and I’m not sure I ever got back my full range of motion. All the doctors and therapists told me never to get in that kind of accident again. They said my spine couldn’t take it. But I’ve been doing weight training since then, trying to build up my neck and shoulder muscles to protect myself.
My daughter was feeling OK till her father asked her a dozen times if her neck hurt. Now her neck hurts too.
It may say something about the economy, but five years ago I was hit by a dotcom millionaire, though he wasn’t a millionaire by the time the case settled. This time I was hit by an immigrant (from an unknown country with weird names) who said he didn’t know about insurance because it was his friend’s car. He did apologize.
I’m tired of this. I’m going to take the “hit me” sign off the car.