I had a wreck last night on the way home from work. A big black pickup truck came from nowhere and hit my little Saturn in the passenger side. I did a complete 180 and ended up in oncoming traffic, dazed, amazed and shaken to the core. Someone helped me out of the car, onto the grass, called the cops/ambulance/firedepartment. It was the people in the car who hit me. They were the sweetest people. The ambulance hauled me to the local hospital, at my son the Bastard Jr.s insistance. X-rays, ekg, monitoring and two hours later I left the hospital. Not a scratch, not a bruise and with the assurance that today there will not be a part of me that does not hurt terribly. Nice Rx for pain killers as he assures me also that I will definately need them.
Today I am a little sore, nothing near what the doctor had promised. No pain meds today, not even ibuprofen. My nerves are more rattled than my body. One more phone call and the insurance business will be taken care of.
My youngest, The Bastard Jr. commented on the way home last night……'cancer didn't get you, brown recluse didn't get you, car wreck didn't get you…..a neutron bomb probably wouldn't have a chance at this point.' My thoughts on this…..God just isn't done with me yet!
Fr. Richard said that God sent an army of angels to protect me.
By the way….The Bastard calls me a work queer, but I'm taking off today!