Diary of a Queen

I’ve always said being my friend is a challenge. I’m one of those people that always has something going on. If I thought I was a bad person, I’d think I had bad karma. Then again, do bad people realize they are bad people?

Anyway, just to add one more thing to the list of things that ‘only happen to me’, my car got hit last night. I know, I know, plenty of people’s cars get hit but with me, it’s always the story behind the story. My car was hit while parked in front of my house. It was parked in front of the house because a pipe right in front of my house burst last week, causing my driveway to collapse. Unable to park in my driveway, I’ve been parking on the street. A small part of me was worried that someone might hit it, but at the same time, a car can get hit anywhere, right? So I heard the accident last night, but when I looked outside, the bright orange cone that was behind my car was still in the position it had been so I figured I was mistaken. My neighbor knocking on my door a few minutes later confirmed that I was wrong. As soon as I heard the knock, I knew what why they were knocking. Whoever hit me had to have been driving on the wrong side of the street because they hit the front driver’s side; crushing my headlights, battery and tearing off that side of the bumper. A beautiful sight it was not. I couldn’t even get upset. What would have been the point? I’d be mad and upset and the car would still be messed up and I still wouldn’t know who hit me. The officer that came to take the report was yery friendly; so friendly that he spent a half hour chit chatting with me. Ya’ll know I don’t do chit chat. I wanted to have a drink to calm my nerves, but instead I went to bed after parking my car in my neighbor’s year.

I called my insurance company this morning. The experience was much better this time than the last accident I was involved in a few months ago. And I made sure to tell each person I spoke with. I don’t believe in only telling people about bad customer service experiences, but the very good ones as well. They got me set up in a rental car and with an auto body shop. I picked up the car and came home to meet the tow truck to give them the keys to my car. I stepped in the house for a few minutes to take care of a few things and headed right back out to head to the auto body shop to sigh then necessary paperwork. I had just enough time to run out and get back in time for an 11:00 call I should’ve been on. Instead, I fell in my driveway. Not stumbled, fell; as in torn jeans (my favorite jeans!), badly scraped left knee and rolled right ankle. Nope, couldn’t mess up one leg to have one good and one bad leg, I get to have two half legs. It never crossed my mind to wonder if anyone had seen me; I was too annoyed that I fell.

Even taking care of my wounds wasn’t easy. I couldn’t find the tape to bandage my knee, I half way wrapped my ankle. And making my way up and down the stairs to get everything I needed together was extremely uncomfortable. I finally pull myself together and get out the house (by this point, there was no way I was going to make this 11:0 call), driving to the auto body shop was just damn painful. I pride myself in being able to deal with pain; hell I just got a new tattoo and I’d rather sit through an hour of that than how driving felt. By the time I got a text from a close friend, I just fell apart out of frustration.

Finally I’m home, propped up on my couch with laptop in lap and ice pack on my ankle. It hurts, my knee hurts, and now my shoulder is starting to hurt. I didn’t realize that when I fell, I broke the fall on my hand as well. I didn’t injure it because I had my cd wallet in it. The boy, poor thing with his sensitive self, is not going to be happy when he finds that his mommy is hurt. So I’ll be internalizing a lot until I get him settled into bed.

Like I said, things happen to me in ways that don’t happen to most other people. I thank God everyday for the friends I have that support me; even when I don’t want them to, I allow them look out for me because they love me. I love them for laughing with me at my crazy life because all we can do it laugh at it. No point in crying.