April 1, 2011 § 1 Comment
I feel like I haven’t had a chance to sit down and take a breather in a long, long time.
Between starting a new job, wedding planning, dress shopping, and oh…getting into a major car accident, I’d say life has been slowly suffocating me to the point where I can no longer keep track of the days or weeks.
The past few days…or weeks, were pleasantly busy up until last week when the weather was in freeze-thaw mode. I was on my way to work and had just switched lanes when the car in front of me braked suddenly. I hit my brakes too, only to realize that I was directly on top of a frozen puddle covered in sand. My car veered left, and the next thing I knew, I was headed straight for a tree. It felt like everything was happening in slow motion…and that really is the worst because you think you have time to react, but the reality is there is nothing you can do.
Other cars were involved, however, I am happy to say that no one else was injured (including the tree). I am also happy to say that I was wearing my seatbelt, which essentially saved me from bashing my head against the steering wheel. Unfortunately, I got banged up on my knees and elbow. Where was the airbag? It went AWOL.
The Accident was probably the scariest experience I’ve ever had to go through…and a lot more traumatizing than waking up in the middle of an invasive eye surgery and feeling needles stabbing into your eye (sorry…sorry…). It’s the type of thing that plays over and over again in your mind. I lost a lot of sleep that week, and it took a huge toll on me emotionally. I was an unstable wreck going through minor anxiety attacks every time I passed The Accident site. My heart was racing for days after. Trav’s been really good and patient with me, and it makes me so glad that I have him by my side. He even brought me dinner that night so I wouldn’t have to worry about that too. ♥
I’ve come to terms with almost everything now, but I still have trouble sleeping at night. And sometimes, when I look at the huge bruise on my knee, it brings it all back.
My dad and I went to empty out my car at the compound (aka “The Graveyard”…where cars go to die) shortly after the accident. It broke my heart seeing it smashed up. I’ve had that car for almost 6 years…and as ridiculous as this sounds, the car and I had a bond. So it was really hard to say goodbye…like that.
So now I am car shopping, and it’s a lot harder than I thought it would be. I find myself comparing every car to the one I had, and nothing measures up. Maybe I’m being too picky.
But, if I learned anything about this experience (besides the fact that ice, sand, and sudden braking are my enemies), it’s that there are some REALLY GOOD people out there who put others ahead of themselves in a time of need. I could not have asked for better witnesses.