My computer is so infected that I'm on my husbands laptop while I run the virus scan. 14 minutes later... it's still running.
We had a huge windstorm across the state of Ohio and it knocked out our power for 48 hours. Various parts of the city had power, various parts did not. You couldn't find a gas station, bag of ice, size D batteries, or a person with common sense behind the wheel of a car.
I am so glad we are moving. People act stupid when the power is out. It's funny because you really go through a denial.... the power can't be out this long... they can't be serious that it could take seven days to restore our power... Why aren't the police directing traffic at major intersections?
My neighborhood was fairly relaxed. Everyone within an hour of the power being turned off was out on their front porches, and suddenly aware of their community. I love to camp, but for some reason it still took me 24 hours to "cope" with the situation.
I have high anxiety and even higher anxiety right now with traffic after the accident. I keep thinking we are going to get hit or going to hit someone. I keep telling myself that it's irrational, that it's just a result of the accident, and to calm down, but I'm really freaked out and can't do anything about it but try to force myself to breathe deeply. It's not any better when someone else drives either. So add to that anxiety, the general idiocy of people who can't cope with the power being out.
We lost a fridge full of food. We grilled out as much as we could, and I was able to save some stuff. Dusty came over and hung out with us even though there was nothing to do except sit out back and make a fire in my back yard.
I was just getting the hang of it when the lights came back on. I admit, I was sad that the lights came back on as I went through the house and started using electricity for this or that.
There are great big trees felled by the storm and it's just amazing to see it all.
Allright, I gotta get stuff done.
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!!!
On Friday nights that Michael gets paid, we go out. We don't go out as much as we used to. This time we went to Red Lobster. And then swung by BK on the way home for a friend that was staying with us. She insisted that she wanted a burger.
We were driving home on a busy street and a woman coming the opposite direction turned left right in front of us. It was like it happened in slow motion. The light had just turned yellow. I did not have time to brake. We hit her going at least 30 mph. The speed of the road was 45 or 50. I stomped on the brake with both feet and tensed up. It didn't matter. Once we hit it was just like we were rag dolls. I sat in shock and disbelief as my iced coffee dripped randomly all over the place.
Michael got out and made sure I was ok, and that the other driver was ok. The first thing she said was, " I got blood clots in my legs, I hope that this doesn't affect them."
She actually looked like she tried to start her car several times again. Why for? To get away? Still don't have a clue.
Our van is totalled. Its a shame. I loved Soccer Mom Van.
Of course my neck and back are aggravated and I'm a bit stressed out that the last year of physical work that I've been doing will be undone.
We were not at fault. We were not cited. The other insurance company is picking up the tab. We now have a rental and are trying to get our lives back to normal again.
This sucks.