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Close Call
Ever have a close call? I have once maybe twice, and I had one today. My son Billy was scheduled for a follow-up visit with his surgeon today. Unfortunately it had snowed yesterday and we got about a foot of snow. I didn’t want to cancel the appointment because I had already been forced to reschedule twice. Once due to snow and the other time was due to a schedule conflict.
The roads didn’t look too bad which is saying something since I live on a back road. So Bill, little Bill and I took off for the hospital which is located in Delaware (I’m in Jersey.) It turns out the roads we had to take were terrible. Bill drove very slowly. We passed a couple cars, no problems. Then came an SUV on the other lane driving in the opposite direction, and seconds later it begins to swerve. Bill reacts calmly and makes a sudden turn towards the side of the road and stops. We look behind us and watch the car spin out of control and crash. From my angle it didn’t look like she had hit anything, but we go back to check. Now I can see that the driver’s side had collided with a tree and was completely smashed in. She didn’t look hurt, but she looked panicked and was crying. I felt very sorry for her. A guy who had witnessed the accident came out of his house and approached the girl, as did Bill.
As I sat in the car waiting for the news and waiting for Bill, I started thinking. I thought about my son and what I would have done if her car had crashed into ours. I started panicking and became paranoid that another car was going to swerve and run into us and I would lose my son. I wanted Bill to hurry up. I unbuckled my seat belt and contemplated taking Billy out of his car seat so that I could be ready to exit if I needed to. But then Bill came back. He told me that she had a pretty bad head injury and was bleeding. He said she was in shock and couldn’t even answer the question “Are you okay?” After a few minutes, I guess, she was able to tell them that she was headed to school–most likely the school I go to.. I’ll get to that in a second. A few minutes after he got back in the car I broke down. I kept reliving the scene in my head and couldn’t help but think about the what ifs. There is no love in the world like a parent’s love for their child. Believe me. Needless to say we didn’t make it to Delaware today. The roads were far too bad. Screw that.
Oh, and after I found out that she was headed to school, I got pissed off. It made me so incredibly mad that someone got into a fricking accident on their way to school when they shouldn’t have even had to drive there to begin with. As far as I’m concerned, the school should have been closed and not open until they knew every road was clear. Not everyone lives on the fricking highway. I didn’t go to school today due to the roads + the experience I’ve just described. I am tempted to give the school a piece of my mind.
I hope the girl is okay and will not suffer any permanent damages. She is in my thoughts.
And yes, for those who didn’t know, which is mostly everyone, I had a son. He was born this past December 12th. He is now nearly three months old. Some day soon I will tell you all about his birth.. it’s quite a story. Also, I will post pictures sometime later.
Um, how about an update, Nicole?
I do plan to update this soon. haha
I need to get this out.
I can’t stand my fucking mom. I have many issues with her, which makes my patience for her very thin.
I just went downstairs and got my first Dean List certificate that my mom framed (which I didn’t even want her to do, by the way) and I decided to take it out of the frame so I could put it with my other two certificates; guess what I discover?: She cut the sides of so she could fit it in to too small of a frame. I know this might seem like a small thing, but god damnit, it was MY certificate. She had no right to cut it. Anyone that knows me knows how OCD I am, so this pisses me off. But OCD aside, this act pisses me off because I earned the certificate. She should have at least had the decency to ask if she could cut it. But my mom is not a decent person, she does what she wants. I told her I wanted the certificate in my possession, originally, and she had refused to give it me. It was a fight for the second one, too. Bitch, go to college if you want a dean’s list certificate.
And please don’t bother replying if you’re going to tell me to relax and that my mom is just proud of me. You don’t know my mom and you don’t know the shit she has put my family and I through.
There is a reason little things like this get to me.
I am Nicole. I care deeply. I am obsessive. I am as persistent as they come. I am also as honest. I'm usually quiet, but I have moments when I can't, or won't, shut up. I am picky when it comes to most things. I like humor that requires thought, but that doesn't mean I won't laugh at a fart. I am Nicole.
