Of course, much has been going on in the political arena since I last wrote. I will get to that exciting stuff soon. However, I have been rather all-consumed with some personal crap for the past ten days, so if you will indulge me I would like to address that first.
On Halloween night, I went out to a bar in Fountain Valley, to see a friend's band play. A guy there asked me to dance a few times and I kept saying no, thinking nothing of it. You know, these things happen with you’re the babe that I am. This is nothing new. *ahem*
I left the bar at about 1:30am and was standing by my car, talking to my redheaded sister, when the same guy pulled up in his truck behind us and tried to talk to me. I essentially told him to get lost and leave me alone.
Apparently, that pissed him off...
It is hard to describe what happened next, but I shall try. The guy drove through the parking lot and up on to the sidewalk (hitting various handicapped parking signs and poles in the process), and then drove his truck directly toward me. I tried to run out of the way, but he came after me, hitting both my car and then me. Then he took off.
There were a lot of people in the parking lot and I am told that some people got his license plate # and that the police were given a good description of the guy and his vehicle. However, to my knowledge they have not caught the jerk as of yet (I will be checking with the police dept. later today). My assumption is he skipped town.
I spent the night in the ER getting checked out, but was home by noon on Saturday.
Considering I just got hit by a truck ten days ago, I am doing remarkably well. I got a concussion, which makes me dizzy at times and affects my memory (great. Like I had much of that to begin with!). Also, as my old man has been saying, it looks like somebody took a baseball bat to my body. I am extremely bruised up and one of my legs is very swollen - but I have no broken bones or anything, which is pretty much a miracle.
I took a week off of work, but went back for a few hours today. I had to leave early, as sitting at a desk was just excruciatingly painful on my swollen leg. In actuality, I only had to take two sick days. I had already planned on taking Wednesday-Friday off, as many members of my family took a trip up to Napa Nov. 5-9. I am walking fairly well now and can even make it up a flight of stairs on my own. Frankly, I think the emotional trauma of somebody trying to kill me for such a stupid reason is harder to deal with than the physical pain. I'm not sure I'm dealing with that very well. I keep bursting in to tears for no apparent reason. I don’t think that’s a very good sign…
I am extremely thankful that I have such an awesome family, many of whom have pitched in to assist me over this past week. Number One Niece’s hubby even wheeled me around the Napa Valley on a wheelchair for a couple of days. I also have a terrific boyfriend who has been taking very good care of me and didn't even mind that I couldn't shave my legs for over a week. And of course, I am thankful beyond words that I am alive and doing so well in light of all that happened.
I am dealing with my insurance company and getting my car repaired and going to the chiropractor – all of the things I need to deal with. But I am far from happy. Even though I had a great trip to Napa(and Sonoma) and it was absolutely gorgeous up there, with all of the autumn colors everywhere we looked, I was not the happy goofball that people generally expect me to be. Even spending all of that time with my little great-nephew was not enough to thoroughly cheer me up (although, he is just the happiest, sweetest, cutest little thing on earth!). I was already struggling over the past few weeks not to fall in to a pit of depression – this incident has not helped in the slightest.
I am unsure what my next steps will be. I may see a therapist; I may opt to take a stress-related leave from work; I may even sue that bar in front of which this all happened. I don’t know yet. What I do know is that I won’t be going out to any bars any time soon.
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