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HEY
HEY FRIENDS LIST
LET'S CELEBRATE LIFE, SHALL WE? I REALLY FEEL LIKE CELEBRATING THE FACT THAT I'M ALIVE.
BECAUSE AT NINE THIS EVENING I WAS HIT BY A FUCKING SUV ON THE WAY HOME FROM THE MALL. 8D AND I WAS ON MY BICYCLE.
To be honest it shouldn't have even happened. The guy behind the wheel had no license and no insurance. Needless to say, he was arrested by the cops that answered my Good Samaritan's 911 call. I had 20 seconds left on the pedestrian timer and I thought that the guy had stopped to let me pass. Instead he started taking a right turn when I was RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM. His front bumper hit my bike, my bike toppled from the force, and I rolled on my arm to avoid cracking my head on the pavement. And I really bruised my right forearm/wrist area--which thankfully isn't broken, as I learned at the ER, but my elbow is very stiff from tightened muscles. Luckily I have some Vicodin to fill at the pharmacy to help with the pain. I just hope my elbow unlocks by tomorrow. ;w; I have to work.
...I think I'll put a letter in the newspaper tomorrow to find that Good Samaritan so I can give him a great big hug and some homemade cookies. Because goddamn he was the only person to stop to make sure I was all right besides the guy who hit me. The funniest thing? Well, not the funniest, but the most...odd, I guess? My GS had Down Syndrome. He was the ONLY. PERSON. IN THE ENTIRE INTERSECTION. TO STOP AND HELP. My entire perception of those with DS has changed from just one encounter. He was one awesome dude.
Hermes, dear patron of mine, please make sure this man is successful in everything he does. Because HE FUCKING DESERVES IT. Bless him and protect him like you do for me. :) And don't beat yourself up for what happened, dude. You have work to do yourself.
HEY FRIENDS LIST
LET'S CELEBRATE LIFE, SHALL WE? I REALLY FEEL LIKE CELEBRATING THE FACT THAT I'M ALIVE.
BECAUSE AT NINE THIS EVENING I WAS HIT BY A FUCKING SUV ON THE WAY HOME FROM THE MALL. 8D AND I WAS ON MY BICYCLE.
To be honest it shouldn't have even happened. The guy behind the wheel had no license and no insurance. Needless to say, he was arrested by the cops that answered my Good Samaritan's 911 call. I had 20 seconds left on the pedestrian timer and I thought that the guy had stopped to let me pass. Instead he started taking a right turn when I was RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM. His front bumper hit my bike, my bike toppled from the force, and I rolled on my arm to avoid cracking my head on the pavement. And I really bruised my right forearm/wrist area--which thankfully isn't broken, as I learned at the ER, but my elbow is very stiff from tightened muscles. Luckily I have some Vicodin to fill at the pharmacy to help with the pain. I just hope my elbow unlocks by tomorrow. ;w; I have to work.
...I think I'll put a letter in the newspaper tomorrow to find that Good Samaritan so I can give him a great big hug and some homemade cookies. Because goddamn he was the only person to stop to make sure I was all right besides the guy who hit me. The funniest thing? Well, not the funniest, but the most...odd, I guess? My GS had Down Syndrome. He was the ONLY. PERSON. IN THE ENTIRE INTERSECTION. TO STOP AND HELP. My entire perception of those with DS has changed from just one encounter. He was one awesome dude.
Hermes, dear patron of mine, please make sure this man is successful in everything he does. Because HE FUCKING DESERVES IT. Bless him and protect him like you do for me. :) And don't beat yourself up for what happened, dude. You have work to do yourself.
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Girl, get off the computer and chillax! Typing can't be good for your hurtness.
Thank goodness for that guy. And fuck that asshole.
Dood. Take the day off @_@ Relax. Getting hit by a car is good reason to.
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And anyway, more monies are needed since I don't know how much my insurance is going to cover of my visit.
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I'm glad you're okay, Mirr ;A; Hope your arm heals quick.
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