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State of the Laura
Oct. 6th, 2012 09:01 pmFriday night, on my way home from work, I was rear-ended. It was decidedly Not Fun; I was taken in an ambulance to the hospital to be checked out, and luckily my neck is clear and I'm otherwise just bruised all to hell.
I hurt, y'all. There are bits of me that I didn't know worked together--like, did you know you actually use muscles in the side of your neck to swallow?--until they started hurting as I did normal things. Plus, the c-collar they used bruised the underside of my jaw, and jammed my jaw up so that, in addition to the stress-clenching I was doing, I've got all the jaw pain back that I'd gotten rid of in June.
But. It could have been much, much worse. According to the EMTs, my trunk was in the back seat of my car. I'll take the jaw pain; I have a night guard.
So now begins the insurance dance, which so far has been smooth. (knock wood.) Everyone I've dealt with thus far has been very nice, very polite, and very sympathetic. (again, knock wood.) I'm not looking forward to possibly/probably finding a new-used car, or the first time I drive the kid anywhere after this, or trying to find my damn glasses ... or any of the other myriad chores that will come after this, but at least I'm here to do it.
If you decide to comment, please no insurance company horror stories, okay? I'm not in any sort of shape to hear them. And no "here's how it could be worse" stories, either. My imagination has been sneaking up and smacking me in the back of the head for the past 36 hours all by itself. Thanks, guys.
I hurt, y'all. There are bits of me that I didn't know worked together--like, did you know you actually use muscles in the side of your neck to swallow?--until they started hurting as I did normal things. Plus, the c-collar they used bruised the underside of my jaw, and jammed my jaw up so that, in addition to the stress-clenching I was doing, I've got all the jaw pain back that I'd gotten rid of in June.
But. It could have been much, much worse. According to the EMTs, my trunk was in the back seat of my car. I'll take the jaw pain; I have a night guard.
So now begins the insurance dance, which so far has been smooth. (knock wood.) Everyone I've dealt with thus far has been very nice, very polite, and very sympathetic. (again, knock wood.) I'm not looking forward to possibly/probably finding a new-used car, or the first time I drive the kid anywhere after this, or trying to find my damn glasses ... or any of the other myriad chores that will come after this, but at least I'm here to do it.
If you decide to comment, please no insurance company horror stories, okay? I'm not in any sort of shape to hear them. And no "here's how it could be worse" stories, either. My imagination has been sneaking up and smacking me in the back of the head for the past 36 hours all by itself. Thanks, guys.
