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Well Agiri and I seem to be doing a rather piss-poor job of updating this site – hopefully I’ll have more to talk about in ‘09. I’m gonna try and do more video blogs – interesting ones too, not just me rattling off about my day.

I’m sure most of you know from my facebook that I was recently in a huge car accident two weeks ago.I was coming home from Kimmy’s going away party at a karaoke bar; actually I went to have a late dinner with a friend of mine after the party and it was around 1:30 AM when the accident happened. Here’s what happened:

I was driving through the intersection of McFadden and Fairview and at the last second, I spotted a truck through my peripheral vision. A white Toyota Tundra completely t-boned me on the driver side of my car. The car – my beautiful plum-colored 2008 Scion tC -  spun around about four times and finally stopped when I hit a pole on the passenger side. I’m fairly sure I didn’t actually just lose control of the car after the initial impact, but rather my car was forced into a spin by the other car, from the angle in which it hit me. Moments after my car finally stopped moving, someone called out to me and asked if I was okay. I couldn’t answer because I was more focused on the fact that I basically just became the filling in between a metal sandwich, with both sides of the car indented towards me. After a mental check of my physical condition, I answered that my left arm and leg seemed to be hurt, but I was generally unscathed. He informed me that he called 911 and that the police were on their way. Immediately, I grabbed my phone from the cup holder and dialed the last number on my log; which happened to be Dennis, the guy I’d just had dinner with. I told him what happened and he said he’d be there in a few minutes.

After being pulled out of my car from my sunroof, the medics led me to a red ambulance. I kind of wondered why it wasn’t white, like all the rest of the ambulances I’ve ever seen. As I climbed into the back of the ambulance, I spotted Dennis’ car and that’s when he started calling my phone, but I couldn’t find where I’d put it so I couldn’t pick it up.  The paramedics took my pressure and checked my pupils while I dug around in my bag to find my phone. After what I thought was a very cursory inspection of my physical well being, they asked if I’d like to be taken to the hospital. I told them I was no fool, and that I wasn’t about to be ran up $8,000 just for a ride to the hospital. I told them that I’d ask my friend to drive me there, hoping that would appease them. I was vaguely surprised they didn’t take me against my wishes, because when my sister got in an accident much less serious than mine a few years ago, they insisted on putting her in a neckbrace and rushing her to the hospital even though she wasn’t hurt.

Dennis finally found me and we took a look at the damage to my car (which I’d recently named ‘The Emancipation of Mimi’). Mimi no longer held the faintest resemblance to a car. The only thing I could say was “Fuck! Damn it!”

The police questioned me about what exactly happened, to which I explained that I simply didn’t know. The only thing I cold tell them was that I was driving along and the truck hit me. They asked me if I was drunk, and I said the only thing I’d drank all night was Coke (I quickly suffixed that with “-a Cola”). The ironic thing was that everyone at the bar had been trying to get me to do tequila shots all night, and I refused to get drunk in front of my coworkers, knowing I’d have to face them in the morning. Thank god for that.

After looking around at my surroundings, I finally determined that I was actually literally around the corner from my home, so I called my parents and they both came rushing to the scene of the accident. Then, after an awkward introduction between my parents and Dennis, my dad took me to the hospital. Somewhere along the line, I developed a limp and I became increasingly aware that my neck hurt a lot more than my arm, which had been my main concern after the accident happened. They took an xray of my left side and thankfully no bones were broken, but there was – and still is – some nasty bruising.

I got home from the hospital around 5:30 AM and started getting ready for work. It was weird because I’d felt like I’d just come home from work in the first place. I called one of my coworkers, Stela (who wasn’t at the party with us that night) around 7:00 and asked her to pick me up because I’d just totaled my own car. All of the sudden she started yelling “Shit! Shit, Chrissy! Shit!” Apparently she was under the impression that I’d been drunk driving. Wrong! I was completely sober!

So now, two weeks later, I’m still recovering. I was limping around the office for a few days, but I’m better now. I still have a massive bruise on my left thigh, and my neck still feels a little stiff, but at least I’m alive. Those side-impact airbags really saved my ass. My brother is selling me his car for $7,000 – another Scion tC, but a grey (”flint micah”) 2005 that’s kind of a ricer. It’s got blue neon lights in the interior that flick on and off to the beat of the music you’re playing, and an exhaust so loud it rivals only my mom’s thunderous snoring at night.

Honestly though, I’m saving a lot of money this way because I’m not paying $400 a month in car payments, and I don’t have to pay for full coverage insurance. And I just got a raise at work so it’s actually going to be a lot easier on me. Guess I can consider it a win-lose situation.