I feel like I’ve been run over by a Cadillac.
I have been run over by a Cadillac.
I’m not so stiff and sore that I want to take another Loratab — the hydrocodone just made me feel loopy and confused and nauseous the next day.
Ibuprophen seems to do a better job for me with less side effects.
I do feel stiff and sore. About like a night on the ground camping or falling asleep on the couch in front of the television.
One of the most irritating aftereffects of the car wreck physically is the place where the EMSA tech put in an IV on my right wrist. Hurts to the touch 48 hours later.
It’s official that the insurance company is calling my car a total loss and I’ll have to go today to get my stuff out of the Miata, get my title to sign over, get my payoff balance on my car loan, get my check for the next disaster.
Despite speculation elsewhere (on MCARP’s 3:40 a.m., link at right), I still have no clue about what kind of vehicle I’ll get next. Anyone fancy a trip through the strip of car dealerships on Broadway Extension or down in Norman on the “magnificant mile of cars”?
I tried looking for a replacement online, but kept being distracted by new Miatas and Toyota Spyders and Plymouth Solaris — you get the drift. It’s hard to say goodbye to the convertible life.
Being without transportation, it wasn’t hard spending the night at home last night, but I haven’t quite conquered the trick of getting away from the laptop and into the kitchen to do the remodeling. Part of that is that my air conditioning has been going out and the repair guy has been here twice this week to fix a unit that’s only a year old.
It’s not cool when there’s no cooling at my house.
And, even with the warranty break, the bill for the serviceman’s work adds up.
Not being able to get to work also means that I’m not making any money while I’m spending every day.
I also think something happened to my cellphone in the wreck. The outside display won’t work when there’s an incoming call, so I don’t have caller ID before answering.
Nevermind. I missed about a dozen “how are you?” calls yesterday just being asleep and out of it.
Oh well, better get to slogging through my terrible “filing” system (I throw things into a drawer) to see if I can come up with the car title.
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