Life is so bad sometimes, so seriously bad, so awfully terribly bad, that I just want to die. I don't want to kill myself. I'm too lazy and scared for that. I just want to die. I'm really not much of a whiner, though, which is why I don't post in here often. With being constantly harassed by the government, medication I can't afford, not having a doctor and being sick all the time, robberies and various other ridiculous bullshit that keeps happening that you probably wouldn't even believe if I told you all of it because you'd say, "Seriously, that much shit can't happen to one person," I just don't want to burden the kind WTF folks here with endless rants about my troubles.
But, long story short, I don't die because I have a car. For a while I didn't have a car and was riding the city bus, which in my city is seriously enough to make you cut your wrists. Then I got a car, and it was all magic and rainbows. Everything else seems not so shitty when I have my car, because when it's all just absolutely crap and I wake up sick, I can always drive around. I'm not stuck. And this is the best car ever, too, it's only 9 years old (which means a lot since the youngest car I owned before that was 15) and had, like, NO problems. It's the most reliable car I've ever had, because all of my other ones had constant upkeep demands that sucked me dry, but this one's great.
Then today I was stopped at a traffic light and the roads were wet. Some guy came barreling up behind me at high speed, even though the light is visible for miles and you couldn't possibly miss that it was red if you were looking, and there was the loud sound of his screeching tires as he attempted to stop in time (though he claimed his brakes didn't work at all and he was only going 30, HA!), and BAM, motherfucker hit me. I slid forward and hit the guy in front of me but only barely, and with my seatbelt on I luckily didn't go flying through the window but my head got whacked around quite a bit.
I'm very owwie right now and my neck hurts, but I got some x-rays (which they'll either bill me for and I'll try and take out of his insurance or I won't bother to pay at all because I stopped caring after my nearly seventeen grand worth of hospital bills for a three-day stay once) so that should be fine. They say I got some muscle trauma something-or-other and it'll hurt more tomorrow and gave me a prescription for Vicodin, which I won't take so if anyone else wants it I'll sell it to them. (Just kidding.)
The problem is the car. I started it and it stalled out, and briefly the cops were telling me I could have it towed to my place (for $80) or they could tow it to their lot (for much more per day, I'm sure) and all of it'd be dandy, really, because I could claim reimbursement for it from his insurance. Theoretically. But then one of the cop chicks said maybe my car had some automatic kill-switch thingie in the trunk for collisions, "You know like those old Pintos," she said, to which I politely shook my head. A "No I don't know, but I'm interested" kind of shake.
She rummaged around my trunk bits and found it, and pushed it, and the car started and stayed started. Go her! So it runs now, though some of the front bits are all bashed and the back's completely totaled. They told me I can either call my insurance and have them attempt to sort it out with his insurance or call his directly and do it myself. I'm going to attempt to make my insurance do it, but I'm worried. They said something about "scrapping the whole thing" and giving me the Blue Book price for it, which is pretty low for my car. Do they have the choice or do I? Will I get to say if I want them to shell out for repairs or take the money? Will it even get fixed at all or are they going to jerk me around so much (being insurance people scum) that I'll never get this sorted out?
I have to drive it around in the meantime, which is likely to cause problems on account of it being all smashed up 'n crap... I mean if the cops don't constantly pull me over for the nonworking lights then it might just quit driving altogether. Also I have no phone, which is going to make sorting all this out nearly impossible. Also also I have a seven-page paper and a presentation due in a few days, which was already working on killing me, so I really don't have the energy for this.
Anyway, long story still long back to short again, if I get the car sorted out okay and come out with this still having a reliable-running car, I won't be killing myself. But if it doesn't, maybe I will use that Vicodin after all. TO KILL MYSELF WITH.
No but seriously, I am really worried about this. And there is a good chance that my soul's in for yet another horrible crushing. :sad: So wish me luck, if any of you have magic, luck-wishing powers.
Oh, and as for the guy who hit me, I dunno how he managed it but he somehow went straight into me and then, somehow, bounced off and crossed the other lane, the median, two more lanes, and went off into a field and almost (or maybe even did) hit a tree. I don't even know how it's possible because hitting me like he did should have stopped him. Did he, like, gas it after he hit me or something? I just 'unno. Even though he was a speeding, not-paying-attention asshat, I felt a little bad for him because he did have the good sense to be abashed about it. So I don't hate him and wish him dead, but I goddamn hope his insurance pays to fix the parts of my life he just threatened to break.
And now to go to my own insurance website and file a claim thingie...
But, long story short, I don't die because I have a car. For a while I didn't have a car and was riding the city bus, which in my city is seriously enough to make you cut your wrists. Then I got a car, and it was all magic and rainbows. Everything else seems not so shitty when I have my car, because when it's all just absolutely crap and I wake up sick, I can always drive around. I'm not stuck. And this is the best car ever, too, it's only 9 years old (which means a lot since the youngest car I owned before that was 15) and had, like, NO problems. It's the most reliable car I've ever had, because all of my other ones had constant upkeep demands that sucked me dry, but this one's great.
Then today I was stopped at a traffic light and the roads were wet. Some guy came barreling up behind me at high speed, even though the light is visible for miles and you couldn't possibly miss that it was red if you were looking, and there was the loud sound of his screeching tires as he attempted to stop in time (though he claimed his brakes didn't work at all and he was only going 30, HA!), and BAM, motherfucker hit me. I slid forward and hit the guy in front of me but only barely, and with my seatbelt on I luckily didn't go flying through the window but my head got whacked around quite a bit.
I'm very owwie right now and my neck hurts, but I got some x-rays (which they'll either bill me for and I'll try and take out of his insurance or I won't bother to pay at all because I stopped caring after my nearly seventeen grand worth of hospital bills for a three-day stay once) so that should be fine. They say I got some muscle trauma something-or-other and it'll hurt more tomorrow and gave me a prescription for Vicodin, which I won't take so if anyone else wants it I'll sell it to them. (Just kidding.)
The problem is the car. I started it and it stalled out, and briefly the cops were telling me I could have it towed to my place (for $80) or they could tow it to their lot (for much more per day, I'm sure) and all of it'd be dandy, really, because I could claim reimbursement for it from his insurance. Theoretically. But then one of the cop chicks said maybe my car had some automatic kill-switch thingie in the trunk for collisions, "You know like those old Pintos," she said, to which I politely shook my head. A "No I don't know, but I'm interested" kind of shake.
She rummaged around my trunk bits and found it, and pushed it, and the car started and stayed started. Go her! So it runs now, though some of the front bits are all bashed and the back's completely totaled. They told me I can either call my insurance and have them attempt to sort it out with his insurance or call his directly and do it myself. I'm going to attempt to make my insurance do it, but I'm worried. They said something about "scrapping the whole thing" and giving me the Blue Book price for it, which is pretty low for my car. Do they have the choice or do I? Will I get to say if I want them to shell out for repairs or take the money? Will it even get fixed at all or are they going to jerk me around so much (being insurance people scum) that I'll never get this sorted out?
I have to drive it around in the meantime, which is likely to cause problems on account of it being all smashed up 'n crap... I mean if the cops don't constantly pull me over for the nonworking lights then it might just quit driving altogether. Also I have no phone, which is going to make sorting all this out nearly impossible. Also also I have a seven-page paper and a presentation due in a few days, which was already working on killing me, so I really don't have the energy for this.
Anyway, long story still long back to short again, if I get the car sorted out okay and come out with this still having a reliable-running car, I won't be killing myself. But if it doesn't, maybe I will use that Vicodin after all. TO KILL MYSELF WITH.
No but seriously, I am really worried about this. And there is a good chance that my soul's in for yet another horrible crushing. :sad: So wish me luck, if any of you have magic, luck-wishing powers.
Oh, and as for the guy who hit me, I dunno how he managed it but he somehow went straight into me and then, somehow, bounced off and crossed the other lane, the median, two more lanes, and went off into a field and almost (or maybe even did) hit a tree. I don't even know how it's possible because hitting me like he did should have stopped him. Did he, like, gas it after he hit me or something? I just 'unno. Even though he was a speeding, not-paying-attention asshat, I felt a little bad for him because he did have the good sense to be abashed about it. So I don't hate him and wish him dead, but I goddamn hope his insurance pays to fix the parts of my life he just threatened to break.
And now to go to my own insurance website and file a claim thingie...
But aren't attorneys, like... pricey? Or could I get one who'd represent me for free or at the price of my/his insurance? Hmmm.