
As you can see here, the car (my poor Prius that was almost paid off) took the brunt of it. I walked away with scrapes and scars, glass in my wrist, and an overreaction when driving on 2 lane roads.
I don't have much to say about the accident. There was nothing I could have done to predict or prevent it. It ruined the 4th of July and is the reason I have not yet picked up my grandmother's dining room set from North Carolina. Beyond that, it gave me a reality check.

First: I had no plans to get a new car. We just bought a house and I was convinced I couldn't afford it and didn't need the additional bills. Despite the high mileage I put on that car in short order due to job changes in location (grrrr) and the subsequent car issues I was bound to have, I was determined to get a few more years out of it.
Second: Had I not miscarried, I would have been about 9 months pregnant when that happened. The thought of it scares me. How much would that have affected my reaction time? Things could have been so much worse.

So now I have a new Prius - my first new car ever - with bells and whistles I only dreamed of previously. I also have a new attitude on life in general. As the blog title says...
Fortunately, the next day...
No comments:
Post a Comment