Owies

So last night I went to head down to Chicago to catch the Flogging Molly show.

It was positively the best show that I've ever seen them put on btw, but that's beside the point.

I was eastbound on 94 between Touhy and Peterson and traffic was at a dead standstill. Bonnie was so very kindly giving me directions to the House of Blues while I waited for traffic to start moving again. All the sudden the world went white and pain happened.

Some days I hate the world, and this is one of them.

The guy that was driving down the expressway had stopped paying attention. He hit me. Granted it was only at around 30mph, but those of you that have been in accidents before know that it hurts anyway. Those of you that know me, know how tiny I am. Since my legs are so short, I had the seat scooted all the way up so I could reach the pedals. That's how my head bounced off the steering wheel while I was still wearing my seatbelt.

IDoT was really really on the ball and I was very impressed. No less than two minutes after we crashed, they were on the scene and moving us off the highway to a safe place so that we could wait for the cops they'd already called to show up. Then they stayed with us to make sure that we weren't alone until the cops got there. IDoT stands for Illinois Department of Transportation, just in case you were wondering.

So all three cars moved off to the Peterson exit and waited. Keep in mind that I'm moving off pure adrenaline at this point. The guy that hit me immediately started babbling away about who's fault was it, how much is it going to cost to fix the damage and the fact that he really really had somewhere else that he needed to be right now. His passenger hardly said a word, but upon prompting from the driver at fault, gave me his driver's license number. Said DaF then proceeded to try and give me $100 to fix the car. I looked at him like he was insane and refused. After I refused $200, $300, and $400, he threw his cellphone at me to talk to his sister.

She spun a sob story about how the car was a rental that was in her name and her brother had borrowed it. It was also uninsured. She tried to convince me to take the money and let them go, but I refused again. DaF then became severely agitated and just took off. The poor girl that I'd been pushed into just stood there watching all this. She just got a little scratch on her bumper, so she was pretty relieved. I'm really grateful she stuck around, it was beyond nice of her. Granted I think it may be required by law, but she was still really nice.

See, the DaF really screwed himself. In Illinois, it's illegal to leave the scene of an accident that has a) injured people or b) damages totaling over $500. It's a felony. Sorry to the passenger that gave out his information, but I doubt he'll take a felony for his buddy. Not to mention the fact that the front of the rental was screwed up. Did they think the rental company wouldn't notice?

People are dumb.

So it took an hour and a half, but the cops showed up, took the accident report, and then headed off to go arrest the passenger. At that point, still shaking, I headed off the fifteen minutes to head to the concert. I got to go in, but because I couldn't find my driver's license I wasn't able to drink. No big deal since I really wasn't sure if I had a concussion or not and didn't want to risk it. On top of that I still had to drive home. Steve and I hung by the bar mostly and watched. I missed not being able to be in the pit, but because the K-Town boys weren't out, I really didn't want to play in the amateur hour the pit had become.

After everything was said and done, Steve and I went over to his place where he grabbed his glasses and his car and he followed me all the way home. See now I didn't know this, but at this point, it was extremely unsafe to be driving the car. The roll-bar had deployed putting the car in defense mode. At any point I could have very easily hit a bump and the airbags could have gone off. That would have instantly resulted in a trip to the hospital via ambulance. My tiny body can't take a hit like that.

So this morning I woke up with a migraine. I also hurt everywhere. I woke up to Jim's mom coming over. Since it wasn't my car that was hit, but Jim's, his insurance was insisting that I go to the doctor immediately to be checked out. I had no problem with this since I already felt awful. So Pat and I headed over to the local walk in clinic. It took a while, but we got seen by a Dr. who totally didn't like the reactions I was giving. Apparently I kind of freaked her out since my irises were pinprick small and I kept not getting words right. For example, it's taken me over two hours to write this. Yeah...

Since it was important to make sure that I didn't have a small slow bleed in my brain, and to make sure that my neck wasn't damaged, I ended up having a CT scan of my head and neck. A CT scan is also called a Cat scan. Well, the good news is I don't have a bleed in my head and my neck is ok. So they didn't find any cats. :)

The doc was concerned however with the fact that I'm not moving right at all. She gave me Hydrocodone (pain killer) and Cyclobenzaprine (muscle relaxer). I'm also supposed to not really do anything for five days. I have to let the next doc know that when I go to my neurology appointment on Thursday.

*sigh*

All I want is to have one stupid weekend where I don't hurt or feel sick. I keep wanting to cry and pout and whine about how unfair life is.

Meh... fuck it...

The world is kind of woozy right now due to the pills. :)