I have found that it is pretty hard to do much of anything now where I am not thinking about the horrific accident I had over the weekend.
I know this will pass, but you are going to have to bear with me for a few more days.
Yesterday was another day of constant phone calls, and last night, I went to the doctor.
I have been having off and on headaches since the crash, and I haven't quite felt like myself.
The doctor told me that I have something akin to post traumatic stress syndrome.
Evidently, my body, having been through great trauma, is slowly trying to get itself back to normal.
I expended a lot of adrenalin during this episode, and the body can take some time to return to normal.
And that includes my head, and my brain.
The headaches are simply a signal that this process is progressing, a simple sign that my head is getting back in shape.
He told me that if the headaches get worse, I should let him know, because then, it is something else.
Onto other things, I really feel uncomfortable driving the car that I was given as a loaner.
It is a sports car, and it just isn't me.
I have to put some gas in the car today, not that much because I only plan to drive this through Friday, when I am going to return the car.
I will drive my mom's car next week if I have to, an old Hyundai that looks like who did it and ran. It has a non-working radio, but if I have to drive it, I will.
Anyway, on the car I have now, I noticed that the gas tank does not have a cap. That is how it was designed.
I did a little research on it, and yes, it was supposed to come without a cap, to make ease of use while pumping even easier.
Huh? No gas cap making things easier? Have we come to that in today's society, where the extra couple of movements to put back your gas cap after you pump up is considered negligible?
Get me another car, please!
By Friday, both adjusters--one from my insurance company, the other from the guy who hit me's company--will have seen my old car.
The first adjuster--the one from the other company--has already listed the car as totaled, as he called me yesterday with the news. I am simply waiting for my guy to go over and check it out.
I was told, evidently before I was supposed to know, according to someone with the other insurance company, that they have assumed full liability. I won't get into the whys and wherefores, but someone there did not seem to be too happy that I already knew this.
Now I await my check, from which I will buy another car.
I can't wait, and honestly, I can't wait until I can move on from this thing and talk about other stuff.
Right now, I simply can't do it.