I think I killed the van

Ok, it wasn't actually me. I was coming home from work Thursday night, and when I tried to cross SR-60, a car ran the red light. Smacked me on the drivers side, but only tore the front of the car off. The airbag deployed, and I got a red mark on my wrist. It may have got me in the face, but I don't have any bruises. Under my right eye was tender for a day or so, but I can't say for sure if I caught it in the face, since I don't remember anything but "OH CRAP-SMACK" I did manage to steer away from the on coming car, which is probably why I'm able to sit here and wonder why I'm typing because it hurts my forearms. Actually I want to get it all down before I forget. Although I really don't think I'm going to forget any time soon, because I'm having reoccuring nightmares of the accident. :( something I've never had before.

Anywho...So, I was attempting to go thru the green light,(not just a green light, but a WAY green light, I wasn't the first person in line to cross thru the light :-O) and got smacked. Air bag popped out, and it stunk to high heaven. Smelled like someone decided the van was a shooting range. I rolled down the windows and turned off the car. (I laughed to myself that the radio doesn't work in the mornings, but smack it around and it works...bewildering LOL)

So, as I'm rolling down the windows, a face I know comes up to the passenger side and asks if I'm ok-it's a girl from work YEAH, then on the other side comes an other co-worker. It was such a relief to have someone I KNOW be there. I lost it. The nurse (2nd co-worker) tried to call 911, but ended up calling Bill. She asked Bill if he was 911 and when he said no, she hung up. I called him back to let him know I was alright, but I couldn't finish talking, and the nurse took over and asked Bill to call 911, and he did. (my hero) A police cruiser pushed the van out of the road, and did the normal, take down of information. Paramedics showed up, and at that moment I didn't think I was hurt-I was more worried about how I was going to get home, get my paycheck the next day and groceries in the house. I wondered how I was going to get to work. The lady police officer told me to get my butt back in the van so I wouldn't get pneumonia-oh yeah did I meantion we were on like, day 4 of a constant rain? I was too busy freaking out to realize I was in the rain.

When Bill showed up, I lost it again. I was SOOOO happy he was there. He drove Rogers truck to come get me. He brought Jimmy so he could tell us the verdict on the van. I still wonder what the van looks like in the daylight. If I get a chance, I'll take a picture of it. I think it's totalled, but now days they can bend a frame back. I'm worried though. I don't want a car payment. Then again, we need a car. ho hum...screwed is the word that comes to mind.

So, I went to a new chiropractor Friday. (I'm not going to sit at home and mess around with this) She adjusted me, and I got some therapy. I went back Saturday, and got adjusted and a massage. I like this place better. They are very relaxed, and I'm thinking of asking about their vitamin injections-cause I don't do pills.

So, this morning I woke up feeling much better. Granted my back still feels HORRID, but at least I can walk with out help. Right now I have an ice pack on it. I'll probably have to get one for my left arm when I'm done with this entry.

I was able to take a shower last night-with Bill's help :D (Did I mention he's my hero) Zsusanna brushed my hair and braided it for me so I could go to bed. I still can't put on my own seat belt. :( But with a kid in the back seat, I'm good. I'm going back to work Tuesday. I'm going to ask the girls at work for LOADS of help. Hopefully all the help I've spread around there will come back. I am more than willing to help anyone, hopefully these girls will be more than willing to help me out. I can't afford to lose any more work. I've already lost 2 days-which is about $150. For a family that lives paycheck to paycheck?...that is A LOT. That right there is groceries for 2 weeks.