basically, the guy took a left directly into my car, smooshing in my door and my shoulder.
which leads me to part two of the gift, a rental car. in the exact make and model and year of the car (ALSO A RENTAL) that hit me. atleast now i understand why he hit me. the car sucks so badly he was just trying to make the pain stop.
and speaking of pain.... the best so far--part three of my gift:
here's me in hour three of my emergency room visit:
and in hour six:
which nicely complements my hospital pallor.
and after eight and a half hours at the emergency room, here's me today:
i also get a snazzy new collar to wear for ten days. i'm trying to play it down with a kicky green scarf, but really, i think you can still tell.
and to think
this is the cause of all my misery... but i will tell you all about that another time, maybe when the bats stop swirling and i can you know, move my neck, or drink without a straw or whatever.
i'm gonna go take more pills. thank you internets for your support. i will be patchy in my attendance until the drugs run out. i'm sure you understand.