Greetings from my sick room. I’ve been sleeping off the medication I got when my coworker Maggie guided me to the ER, because I got all disoriented and weird at my 10 am meeting.
It just wasn’t a good morning. I was very happy to get to work without incident, because I was still exhausted from the weekend. I was almost to my exit when eek! A large piece of something…perhaps fiberboard, came out of the sky over the truck in front of me. No time to react, I just watched it smash down on the hood of my car. It then flew off, and I hope didn’t hit any other car!
I have no idea what doofus didn’t strap that thing down. I couldn’t see over the truck in front of me. My focus was on getting to work safely.
I took pictures of my poor car, which has bits of the stuff embedded in the grill, scrapes on the hood, and some annoying dents. Sigh.
I went in to work, called the insurance company, and went to my meeting. There I just started feeling worse and worse. I was disoriented, dizzy, not able to talk well. So Maggie carted me off to the really ice emergency room at the hospital down the road.
I am not fond of that kind of thing, but it was a good experience. No waiting, efficient staff, and comfortable setting. And I was just in shock, not injured, they hoped.
I was sent home with pain medication, and other than answering insurance questions, I slept it off.
I feel better now and ready to deal with insurance and hospital bills. Ugh. I’m quite relieved the debris didn’t smash my windshield. It could have been a lot worse. Let’s hope the week gets better.