You know, Saturday started off as a really great day.
Things had gone well at the clinic that morning: a puppy Momma had had to do surgery on to remove an intestinal blockage got to go home, feeling great. Hey Mom, saved a life! Has to be a good day, right?
Then, we went to Pensacola to price aquariums at various pet stores. We've been wanting to get a bigger one for our turtles for a while, and were planning on buying one used so we could get it cheaper, but we stumbled across a big sale and got a brand new 75 gallon aquarium + solid wood stand, complete with lifetime warranty, for the same price as all the used ones we'd looked at over the past few weeks. Bargain price on a much-desired item! Always a great thing!
While in Pensacola, we decided to see a movie. Went and saw Defiance. I laughed and cried and blubbered and lusted after the Liev Schreiber and Daniel Craig (and, if I'm honest, Jamie Bell, which translates to "every Bielski brother over the age of twelve") like a crazy thing. I loved that movie. I have no idea how the critics are receiving it, or what the general audience reaction has been, but I adored it. I'm going again with my best friend sometime this week.
Then, as we were leaving the theater, we were coming through a pretty busy intersection there in town when this woman in an SUV ran a red light and plowed into us at about sixty miles an hour.
We're okay. My mom's SUV is in pretty rough shape. I'm still pretty sore - I didn't brace up as well as my mom did (she was driving, so she locked onto the steering wheel), so I got slung around a little, and I'm nice and colorful where my seatbelt caught me.
The people in the other car were okay, too. The other driver doesn't seem to be denying that the whole thing was her fault, which is great, because that had the potential to be a whole other headache.
Y'all, she knocked the shit out of us. The impact knocked the car out of gear, from drive to neutral, leaving us stalled in the middle of the intersection for a minute. The transmission's all fucked up, because it really didn't want to stay in drive long enough for us to limp over and pull up onto the sidewalk, out of the road.
We called my uncle, who came and picked us up at the tow yard. And by God, we loaded up our new aquarium (undamaged!) into his truck and brought it home with us, and we now have a huge, gorgeous turtle tank in our living room.
I'm just kind of disgusted that it had to happen on a day that we were both feeling really good, after both of us having a stressful couple of weeks, y'know? It's like the universe was being rude, or something.
But look, whatever, because we're both okay. I mean, it wasn't a major wreck: no vehicles flipped over, or caught fire, or anything, nobody had to be rushed away in an ambulance. But I have to admit, it was scary. It slapped me in the face with how quickly your life can go really wrong - I mean, if things had gone differently, I could've lost my mom, who I've always been really close with, all because a total stranger ran a red light.
Losing loved ones scares me so much more than dying myself. I mean, I'm not completely unafraid of death or anything, but the idea doesn't mess with me the way it does some people. The people I love dying? That's by far my biggest fear. Hands down. And there's nothing like being run over to grab you by the throat and force you to think about that fear.
Christ, depressing much? Sorry, guys. Apparently I had some issues I needed to get out. Honestly, I'm not going around looking haunted and writing emo poetry or anything. Mostly I've been dreading the thought of sitting through that godawful class with these bruises.
(Seriously, I sit through that class hoping someone will be spontaneously electrocuted or something, just to kill the boredom. If I don't figure something out soon, I'm going to fail in spectacular fashion, which would be pretty embarrassing.)
For right now, I'm going to go eat something chocolate - probably several somethings - and watch House and Friday Night Lights and The Vicar of Dibley, which is guaranteed to cure whatever ails me. The only way it could possibly get better would be if Doc Roe came sliding in with said chocolate. "Gotcha!"
Which, P.S., reminds me: my best friend is also planning an all-day Band of Brothers marathon for me, and she hasn't even seen it yet. She loves me. :) ♥