The weekend started out nice and normal. Friday we had some delicious pizza with Anna, Jason & Clara at Queens in downtown Mesa. We'll definitely be going back there, and you should go too.
Saturday came. Along with it came another car accident and resulting bumps, blood, bruises and burns on my arms & leg. Oh yeah, and a pretty messed up car.
I was driving on a curved freeway overpass when one of my tires blew out. The car spun around and had a not-so-nice encounter with the concrete barrier. At this point, I was positive the Honda and I were going over the edge and falling to our death... but we didn't. The windshield shattered and both air bags deployed; one of them punched me in the face. Now I was certain the car was on fire...but it wasn't. And this is where it gets slightly funny: I opened the door, rolled out and ran away so I wouldn't burn. Better safe than sorry, right?
So there I was, standing in the middle of the freeway lane - shaking and bleeding and totally traumatized. I'm thankful for the nice people who stopped to calm me down and help me, the firefighters who wrapped me up, the paramedics who left when I refused to go to the hospital, and the cop who drove me home when my husband didn't answer the phone. (sidenote: you should have seen Clint when I stumbled inside all beat up.)
I walked away with some chemical burns (from the airbags), cuts and bruises on my arms along with an enormous bump on my shin. My body is really sore today -- but of course, it could have been worse. Mostly it was just scary and maybe I never ever want to drive again.
Thanks for caring about me friends and family. My house is looking more and more like a flower garden, and that cheers me up.
Sunday, April 26, 2009