As I mentioned in an earlier post, I did borrow this wonderful workhorse my mother's Ford Ranger from time to time for travel and moving things, including wood.
Someone misread an exit from the highway and in a panic did jerk and swerve right into my path and that is all she wrote. Knowing the age of the vehicle and seeing the damage firsthand, I can say with confidence that the offending driver's insurance company will junk it and opt to pay book, rather than springing for some very costly repairs.
Thankfully, even at six in the wee, my reflexes were primed at NYC bike messenger level and both of us were 'unhurt.' Unhurt despite the crazy moments when I crunched the tail of the car and charged upon its whirling donut dance. Somehow we both skidded to the right shoulder completely out of the way of cars coming in behind us. And yet somehow traffic on the highway we had just exited eventually reached a 45 minute delay. [This I learned from the receptionist at my new chiropractor! Oh, the irony.]
Kat was an angel and picked me up from the hospital and also took me out to empty personal effects.
Wipe away a tear.
Diagnosis: Whiplash
Pain is minor but still lingers and obviously doesn't mix well with my line of work. 48 hours later was the worst of it, as predicted.
I eat a ton of ibuprofen.
The chiropractor is recommending treatment far beyond my means: i.e. I can't afford to miss as many days from work.
Oh! His name is Dr. Bart at River Ridge Chiropractic and he is exceptional.
http://www.ncashevillechiropractor.com/blog/
At present, the insurance company has furnished us with a rental. I won't say what it is, but it looks like a clown car, is bright white, and is named after a platonic solid.
EDIT: High Res Images from Kat
That is an easy fix just get a hammer and knock the dent out as for your whiplash no advice there haha jk.
ReplyDeleteThank you! Now if only I had a hammer . . .
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