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one of those days
Rankenphile
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so, I've had one of those days
not the "ugh not another monday" sort of days
I'm talking about one of those days that acts as a barrier for life. A landmark. How everything after today will always be remembered as "after the car wreck" and everything before was "before the car wreck". One of those days that leaves an indelible imprint on how everyone in my family perceives time.
now, don't worry. Nobody was seriously hurt. I wasn't even in the car, I wasn't even around.
But today, at around 10 am, my mother and little sister were in a rather serious car wreck. One that could have been far, far more serious had they not been so lucky.
They were on a four-lane highway, divided into two lanes with a grass median between. Their side had been cut down to one lane, as there was some road crew painting a bridge. Some moron decided to be clever and cut around traffic and merge in at the last possible fucking second As this idiot pulled into traffic, she didn't notice that the traffic was slowing down and rear-ended my mother's vehicle while traveling at about sixty. My mother was at a near stop. The idiot's car was a Taurus or some other long sedan, my mom was in a Ford Escape. It lifted the back end up and rolled it three times before it came to a rest.
This is the result.
Once the chaos cleared a little, my mother was brought to an emergency room where she spent a few hours. They gave her a bunch of stitches on her forehead and treated a bunch of scraps all over. My sister was in the back seat and managed to avoid much serious injury, although she was x-rayed thoroughly and says she's pretty sore, but they're both tough as goddamn nails and are "we're fine, don't worry, we're fine".
But
well, fuck
I'm not one of those people who think, "Well, at least nobody got hurt". I mean, don't get me wrong, of course I think that, I'm glad nobody was injured.
But my mind doesn't like to stop there.
It settles in on the grisly details. "What if they died. Right then. What then? Huh?" And then I realize, "Jesus christ, I'm getting married in three weeks, what if she died and never got to see that. What if my sister died, she's only fucking thirteen. What if they lived but were horribly maimed, had to live with fucking feeding tubes and shit. What if what if what if what if"
and I fucking replay this shit in my head. How it must have happened. How they must have reacted at the time. How much worse it could have been. Was the radio still playing when they landed? How surreal would that be, to lay there dying with the radio on, unable to reach your screaming, bleeding dying daughter in the back seat while fucking Jimmy Buffet sings about cheeseburgers in paradise or some shit. Or what if my sister lived unscathed but my mother was killed by a loose piece of metal that ruptured her fucking skull. What happens then? How would it change shit.
So, yeah. I get to sit here and brood on my neuroses, wondering what tomorrow will be like. The first day of life "after the accident". After I got the call that my mother was in the emergency room from a car wreck as I sit there deciding on fucking cake patterns. And how shit is what it is now because of pure stupid luck and nothing more.
not the "ugh not another monday" sort of days
I'm talking about one of those days that acts as a barrier for life. A landmark. How everything after today will always be remembered as "after the car wreck" and everything before was "before the car wreck". One of those days that leaves an indelible imprint on how everyone in my family perceives time.
now, don't worry. Nobody was seriously hurt. I wasn't even in the car, I wasn't even around.
But today, at around 10 am, my mother and little sister were in a rather serious car wreck. One that could have been far, far more serious had they not been so lucky.
They were on a four-lane highway, divided into two lanes with a grass median between. Their side had been cut down to one lane, as there was some road crew painting a bridge. Some moron decided to be clever and cut around traffic and merge in at the last possible fucking second As this idiot pulled into traffic, she didn't notice that the traffic was slowing down and rear-ended my mother's vehicle while traveling at about sixty. My mother was at a near stop. The idiot's car was a Taurus or some other long sedan, my mom was in a Ford Escape. It lifted the back end up and rolled it three times before it came to a rest.
This is the result.
Once the chaos cleared a little, my mother was brought to an emergency room where she spent a few hours. They gave her a bunch of stitches on her forehead and treated a bunch of scraps all over. My sister was in the back seat and managed to avoid much serious injury, although she was x-rayed thoroughly and says she's pretty sore, but they're both tough as goddamn nails and are "we're fine, don't worry, we're fine".
But
well, fuck
I'm not one of those people who think, "Well, at least nobody got hurt". I mean, don't get me wrong, of course I think that, I'm glad nobody was injured.
But my mind doesn't like to stop there.
It settles in on the grisly details. "What if they died. Right then. What then? Huh?" And then I realize, "Jesus christ, I'm getting married in three weeks, what if she died and never got to see that. What if my sister died, she's only fucking thirteen. What if they lived but were horribly maimed, had to live with fucking feeding tubes and shit. What if what if what if what if"
and I fucking replay this shit in my head. How it must have happened. How they must have reacted at the time. How much worse it could have been. Was the radio still playing when they landed? How surreal would that be, to lay there dying with the radio on, unable to reach your screaming, bleeding dying daughter in the back seat while fucking Jimmy Buffet sings about cheeseburgers in paradise or some shit. Or what if my sister lived unscathed but my mother was killed by a loose piece of metal that ruptured her fucking skull. What happens then? How would it change shit.
So, yeah. I get to sit here and brood on my neuroses, wondering what tomorrow will be like. The first day of life "after the accident". After I got the call that my mother was in the emergency room from a car wreck as I sit there deciding on fucking cake patterns. And how shit is what it is now because of pure stupid luck and nothing more.
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just pointing out a fact, is all
I don't care what the fuck you want, you're getting hugs.
I'm glad everyone is okay. in your situation. That shit is scary.
Goddamn I hate drivers like that.
oh god man
I thought I had a rough day
I'm glad noone was hurt though
You mum will have a tiny little scar on her forehead, your sister got shocked
The Car? pfft, insurance will pay for a new one.
They will be shaken, your whole family is shaken I bet, but nothing bad truly happened, everyone will be fine. It will be like nothing happened once you get another car. just a memory
you know how to console me, Alexander the Grape
I'm not actually sure, is it a crime? Is there sueing involved?
A couple of years ago I was in an accident and luckily walked out of it in one piece
But I couldn't stop thinking about it, I kept replaying it over and over in my head
she may face criminal charges
my parents are not the type to purse further claims
Also, that one guy who always waits to the last second before merging? Fuck that guy. I hate him and all his progeny.
I doubt it. When I rear ended his mom, nothing really came of it.
edit: Nevermind, Wren rear ended me.
Leave Hash alone, you mean shit!!!!
you're goddamn slipping.
clean out your desk, you're fucking fired.
It will make everything better
She got to answer a phone call at her uncle's funeral telling her that her son was in jail for the second DUI in three months.
I figure she's owed me this for a long, long time.
That's because you have a tiny penis and can't satisfy the most satiable of women.
IM A CAR SHARK. SUCK MY TAIL PIPE DIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK.
well they are completely liable for all damages because they rear-ended the other car and were probably breaking some traffic laws
so most likely they will have to pay for everything and probably will receive a traffic citation, although since nobody was seriously hurt I don't think they'll be going to prison or nothin'
Oh wow, that's what the # means? I was always like, 'Pound pipe? Number Pipe? Whatever I'll just call him pipe'
It's now one of those days, he'll always be Hash Pipe when i read it from now on...
what a trip
I am glad everyone is okay
I know how you feel though, I am the exact same way, and it does not even take an accident to trigger such thoughts
Oh well, I guess that's square then.
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What are you thinking for cake patterns?
Not going to argue.