"FUCK" Doesn't Even Cover Today (June 3, 2006)

Current mood:embarrassed

Well, my faithful blog reader, I've went and done it again. Here's  the rundown on how absolutely shitty today went. I woke up, hung out with Sigrid for a bit (she LOVES it that I'm down here!!!), cleaned the bathroom, and got cleaned up for work. On the way to work, Rob calls me and asked if I could come pick him up and take him to get his car out of the shop. I said, not really, it's an hour drive to work, and I have an hour to be there. He was ok with this, but I went ahead and told him that if I managed to get into town sooner that I would give him a call and pop on by. Well. No sooner did I tell him this, then I had a little issue. I was going around a corner out on 58, which if you aren't aware, is probably the curliest road in Indiana. Maybe in the US. I HATE that fucking road. Anyway. As I was rounding the corner, an REMC truck was rounding it in the other lane. Fine. Mind you, I wasn't speeding. I felt the car going towards the other lane (weird steering. I don't like it.) so I pulled the wheel back, which I have done before and everything has been ok. I CAN drive. I'm pretty good at it. Well, this particular time, the car went all apeshit on me. I apparently over-did it with the wheel pulling and the car lost all semblance of traction on the road (very similar to what happened the other day, except then, I WAS speeding.) and started to slide around. Well, of course, that pannicked me a bit and I spun the wheel some more, all the while braking. I can't really tell you what happened next because when I saw the car leaving the pavement, I closed mine eyes. I know that the airbag deployed for many reasons. I heard it, first off. It sounded like a gunshot. Smelled like one too. Second, there was suddenly a searing pain about the left side of my face, though my face was much closer to the back of the seat than the steering wheel. Third, I felt my left eyeball explode. POP! Ouch. In the 2 seconds of thought I had right there, I quickly discerned that my eyeball had in fact NOT popped, but had been dusted with some strange er.... dust. :P I blinked a few times to clear my eyes up and looked. What I could see was a ditch. More specifically, I could see the rise on the far side of the ditch. The front of the car was in this. Heehee. :( I looked to the direction I had been coming from on the road, and the REMC truck had stopped, which was good. Those guys were nice. So, I get out of the car, and there were several thoughts running about my fractured mind at that time. -need to call into work. -need to tell Rob you can't come get him. -Mom and Bill are going to be pissed. -how am I going to get to work now? -am I dead? -I need to call Sigrid. -SHIT!!! So, naturally, I grab my cell phone out of my back pocket and try to quit my hands shaking long enough to call Cummins.  The REMC guys were asking me if I was ok, and I was saying yes, and I light a cig, plop down on the back of the car and start dialing people. NO ONE but Cummins answered. So, there's that taken care of. About this time is when I really noticed the fact that my poor face was a bit tingly... So, being the vanity queen that I am, I got up and looked in the mirror. The left sode of my face where that damn airbag hit me looked like uncooked hamburger. Well, hell. I can deal with that. I don't want to, but I can. So anyway, the sherriff gets there and by now I have called my step0dad, Bill, and found out that the insurance is no more on that car, but I play it all cool and all goes well. The wrecker shows up about the same time as Bill and Sigrid show up. I think I said "yes, I'm fine," 1,000 times. They took the car to somewhere in Freetown. By the way, the REMC guys that were so nice to me told me what they saw happen.Bout the time I closed my eyes, the car went face first into the ditch, caught the nose of the car, flipped it around sideways, and then it slid for about 10 feet with the nose in the ditch. Made a real nice mud rut. Sprayed gravel  everywhere. Car looks like hell, but could look alot worse. I think its driveable. It's got a flat now, though. Sigrid takes me back home, and I go in and try to clean up my poor face. HA! Not happening. What I thought was just little trickles of blood and ooze from the tiny cuts/ scrapes on my face were actually MORE cuts and scrapes. I look like I have been punched in the face with a belt sander. (Going out to Wal-Mart later was a nightmare. Everyone was staring at me like I was Quasi-fucking-modo or something. And generally, as a rule, I at least stare at a hot guy in a store just long enough to be noticed, then give kind of a coy smile and walk off [I dunno, its just what I do...] but not today. Today I was embarrassed by my own face. How sad is that.) Rob, bless him....kinda ..... was all fucked up by this. I told him about it and told him I was ok, because I knew that hed have been twice as pissed if I hadn't. Well, the other possibility of that was telling him and hearing him freak out. Which is what happened. Him and his mom showed up at the house later. So for all of you wondering why I wasn't at work, there you go. For all you who I said I would chat with on gmail tonight, I'm sorry. It isn't that I don't have the time, it's that my computer WILL NOT do it. I'm doing good to get on myspace. I don't know why this is like this, but that's how it is. Ill get on gmail tommorrow (today)at work. Until then, I'm going to go douse myself down with some fresh peroxide and some neosporin. Take care, wear your seat-belt. ;)