I am trying to accept this turn of events with some grace and zen. It doesn't always work that way. I have spent the last week laid up, exhausted, bruised, in pain, and fairly high anxiety whenever I'm in a car, especially if it looks like we aren't going to stop in time. The insurance company was great at first. Now, they aren't so great. I'm debating a lawyer, but I'm hoping they'll have a little more professional courtesy. Is it too much for them to remember that this accident was not my fault? That everything that I have to do because of this accident is a pain in the ass? The last thing that I want to do is get a lawyer.
I was going to wait to go to the Chiro with Michael, but I could use an adjustment immediately. I slept terribly last night. I'm sure that caffeine had a little to do with it, but I really couldn't get comfortable.
So now, I just sit here trying to relax, and trying to be calm but it's really hard when you are wondering just how much work that you've done this past year is undone. From which point am I starting over?
I told Michael I've had enough of this weird crap.
I think I'm developing OCD of some sort. But I'm not really sad about it because the house can use the cleaning.
Ok, I'm rambling and there's nothing creative I can think of.
Yay for more seeds from Dusty!!!