Sometimes you’re the windshield…

… and sometimes you’re the bug.

I’ve been feeling like the bug this week.  Last Friday, my first full day back in LA, I went out to pick up a few groceries and a couple of things to make my rented room feel cozy and homey. On the way back, less than a mile from the house, I was in a car accident.

I’m OK, just some sore muscles and occasional twinging pains in my back. I even felt good enough to do the AFSP Walk the next day. My car, however, is not OK. My trusty 2002 Honda Civic is totaled. (Oh, and my computer, which was in the trunk at the time, isn’t looking so good either…)

My friend/housemate who came to pick me up insisted on taking me to the ER to get checked out.  I was exhibiting symptoms of shock, familiar to me from the night of Mike’s suicide, so I didn’t argue. Then we got to the ER… and even though it was a different hospital and nothing about it really looked the same, just being in an ER again took me right back to the night of March 3, to Mike’s… corpse… lying there. I had a nice little meltdown right there in the waiting room.

I know I’m lucky to have walked away from that accident without serious injury.  I’m lucky that I have good insurance, including medical coverage that will take care of any massage therapy or chiropractic adjustments I need to get my back sorted out.

But damn, I’m tired of feeling like the bug… smashed again on the windshield of life, just when I thought things were looking up.


~ by hourbeforedawn on October 29, 2010.

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