Thanks to everyone for their concern and all. I appreciate it. Here's the lowdown... *insert drumroll here*
I was stopped at a red light, minding my own business, blinker fully engaged and car fully NOT engaged... complete stop, people. I was reaching for a piece of paper in the passenger seat and suddenly? Everything was WRONG. Starting, of course, with the truck I could see in my rear view mirror, nearly in my back seat. There's significant irony in that whole 'objects in mirror are closer than they appear' thing...
Anyway. Grandpa back there was apparently not even on this mental planet when he hit me, because he wasn't even attempting to slow down. Hence the insane amount of damage to my baby. I'm going to insert a small rant here (is anyone surprised?), because really? I think this bears mentioning...
I was at the crash site for nearly an hour (yes, I said HOUR) before the police showed up. Now, 3 minutes after the crash a FIRETRUCK showed up (oddly enough, NOT because they were called, but they were just on their way back from somewhere else and saw the wreck and decided it was a good time to get out and do fireman things. Like stand there on the curb and stare at my ASS in my yoga pants (I'd just gotten out of the gym), which was fine and all but rather surreal given the circumstances. Car wreck, dudes! Mayhem! Destruction! Not my ASS!), but the cops? Well, apparently there was a really long line at... okay, I won't say it. WON'T SAY IT! But seriously? An HOUR? WTF? Is there ANY jaywalking ticket that should have taken precedence over a car wreck? I wouldn't think so. And I know, for a fact, that we have more than one cop in this town, so sparing one to come and make sure I'm not going to DIE while waiting for them to write up their reports and all? Seems like it would have been appropriate. For fuck's sake... *sighs*. I did not, however, vent my proverbial spleen at the cop when he finally meandered into the picture. I so deserve a cookie for that one.
Now, the bonus here is that the dude that hit me? Wasn't driving his own truck. Was driving his grandson-in-law's truck. And that truck? Did not have proof of insurance on it. In it. NEAR it. And when grandpa called the owner of the aforementioned truck to get the insurance information? Surprisingly enough? He couldn't get any. Gee, go figure! So MY insurance company was doing this cute little dance, trying to avoid having to file a claim on it. I understand they don't like to part with money, but this is what I PAY THEM FOR. I finally called my attorney yesterday morning. Have I mentioned lately how much I heart my attorney? Yeah, he was all foaming at the mouth on my behalf. God bless him. So I call my insurance company back and when she starts talking and I hear the dance music kicking in, I simply say 'Well, I was just speaking to my attorney, and HE says...' I tell you, it's amazing what the word 'attorney' can do to an insurance agent. Really. Suddenly I was getting all kinds of cooperation and clarification. I'm now writing my attorney into my will.
Things are still a mess, as the insurance company doesn't seem to play well with the car rental company, so I'm currently paying for my rental car out of my own pocket until they get their collective heads out of their collective asses, but I know it'll end up resolved before long. ATTORNEY!
Oh, and my baby? Isn't totaled. I just found out yesterday. $13,000 in damages, but not totaled. Is it just me, or does seeing that number written down make your head hurt? And it will, according to the collision center at the Cadillac dealership, take about a month to make my baby 'good as new'. I have my doubts on the whole 'good as new' thing, but... we shall see.
Oh, and one final note... I appear to be in one piece. A little sore, some headaches, but other than that? I have once again stared death in the face and walked away laughing. (...) Okay, laughing isn't quite right, more like hyperventilating, but... I'm still here, dammit!
Anyone have some Valium they want to share? *smiles hopefully*
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