(Note, making life easier I am copy pasting from Slack where I shared this with friends.)
Ok, back home at at my computer (as opposed to on my phone.) I’m not ok but am. Physically I hurt all over (joints: fingers, elbows, wrists, shoulders, hips, knee, ankles; muscles up and down my back and across my abdomen (mostly lower, but also just under the boobs.) I’m tired. I am now extra hyper aware of things around me (even when Daniel was the one driving last night.) I’m nervous now to drive on the highway like I haven’t been since I first started driving. I’m worried about my car. Worried what if I should go to the doctor. Worried about my test tomorrow, because sitting for 2hours in a test center when I am not thinking clearly and am nauseated and sore doesn’t sound fun; never mind I don’t feel prepared for it and if I fail (it is pass/fail) I won’t be reimbursed the $1300 for the course from work. I’m worried why my car won’t start and what I can’t see that might be wrong with it. And that I couldn’t shut the driver window and it rained last night.
Long story short, I was in stop and go traffic (75south, getting ready to get onto 285) and was at a complete stop when shortly after I was hit from behind. Iwas very glad and lucky that a) while it bumped my car forward a few feet, I had left enough room that I didn’t hit the tractor trailer in front of me, and b) that I was able to safely and quickly get over to the shoulder.
Guy and I exchanged insurance. I took a bunch of pics of my car and his. My car only had some scratches on the bumper and the license plate is bent. His car the entire hood is accordioned and he was leaking fluid. His check engine light was on, he suspected his radiator was fuxored.
Huzzah for my car being a tank and living up to its really good safety rating. (Mazda 3, 2013) His car was a Chevy Cobalt. I didn’t have a good impression of GM vehicles before and certainly don’t now. :stuck_out_tongue
After all that and checking with Daniel and another friend I called 911 to get a police report filed. The cop showed up really quickly and was great to work with. The guy only got a warning for “following too close behind.”
Frankly, I was impressed with myself that I was able to remain calm, collected, polite, professional under this stress. I even befriended the guy talking about how he moved here from Bulgaria 18 years ago, his wife’s new car, his job…
Then as the cop was going to block traffic to let us safely get back in, my car wouldn’t start. Mind you, I had at that point the 4 ways on for 90 minutes, had been turning the car off and on, playing with windows (down to get breeze/air; up to reduce noise while on the phone with my insurance and his…)
The cop then helped me check to see if there was a release for the emergency fuel pump shut off. After lots of searching and googling we found my make/model doesn’t have a release. :neutral_face: This then left me with needing to be towed. And no body shop was open on a Saturday afternoon. And the tow truck was 90 minutes at the EARLIEST to me. I ended up waiting on the side of the highway with no ac and unable to charge my phone (that was at that point down to 26% battery) for 2.5 hours in 105 F. My insurance and the tow company urged me to abandon the vehicle and walk along the highway to the nearby exit and go somewhere for someone to pick me off. OH HELL NO. In Atlanta there are 1300+ roadside fatalities a year, mostly for that exact situation. That and I didn’t feel comfortable abandoning my car.
After the truck came, turns out the dealership doesn’t have a body shop and that is required when in an accident. But for them to tow me car to a body shop I had to get my insurance to approve the new location and update his dispatch. Luckily at that point I was hungry (having not eaten since 9 am, it was 330 pm),thirsty, and appreciating having the AC and way to charge my phone in his truck. After getting the approval, I tried calling the rental car agency that Daniel had reserved for me. They closed at 4. Luckily the tow truck guy said we could get there in time, he wasn’t going to leave me alone at the closed body shop, and the rental agency was nearby so he just drove me there. (No additional approval needed.) We got there at 3:58. :neutral_face: I had let Daniel know when the tow truck arrived (phone battery 1% left) but due to dealing with insurance and trying to call the agency I hadn’t reached back out to him. When I arrived at the car agency I let him know. Apparently my call wouldn’t go though because he had been calling asking about me and worried if they would stay open late until I got there. lol
I was given the actual LAST CAR on the lot.
So I made it home around 5 pm, because I took back roads home and was slower than normal both from nerves and driving an unfamiliar vehicle. I did lose my cool while waiting for the tow truck – crying, shaking. I was glad that I at least kept it together until I could safely breakdown.
Now I am waiting on the guy’s insurance claim agent to reach out to me about the tow and rental, as well as whatever repair I need done.
I have been taking left over 500 mg of naproxen (from a 2011 surgery) every 4 hours and it isn’t really enough for the pain. I figure if after my test tomorrow I’m not seeing improvement I will see my doc. (And make his insurance cover that too.)
Daniel was really sweet. After I got home I showered, took some time, and then turned around and went to meet up with him. We had plans for a group dinner, the first time I am meeting any of his friends (still haven’t met any family but that is in the works.)
On our way to dinner he was surprised I hadn’t called my parents, he insisted I call them. I called my mom and put her on speaker so she and Daniel could speak to each other too. lol That was amusing. Daniel was happy at how I talked him up to her. Then once we got back to his place after dinner (4 hours! It was fun, but I was dying by the end of it due to the pain) I asked him to give me a back massage to help with the pain.
A lot of folk have asked me that or if he was texting. Frankly, I didn’t ask him and don’t care. It doesn’t change the end result.
He said he tried to stop but wasn’t able to. But there was no screeching tires and no marks on the highway like when stopping quickly.
He also hadn’t honked his horn as a warning he wasn’t able to brake.
*shrugs* It is what it is. Accidents happen. It could have been worse. I’m just glad it wasn’t worse. I’m sure I will eventually feel better.