I went to pick up the daughter from a friends. I got out of my car, walked about ten yards down the sidewalk and heard a sickening CRUNCH. When I turned I saw that I had rear-ended a car backing out of the driveway. WHAT? How could I rear-end them? That's when I noticed that my car had been rear-ended by another car.
It was icy and cold and slippery and the poor child who hit my car was almost a brand spanking new driver who learned to drive in California and this was his first winter driving on snow. If I hadn't been weepy and weird from my trigger hourly teacher stuff I might have handled it better.
As it was I had no idea what to do. It was a pretty straightforward sharing of insurance information situation. And no one was hurt. And there really was minimal damage. Still, I was quite shaken and really not happy about driving.
So I made spouse drive me to and from my concert in downtown Minneapolis because I could not see myself successfully navigating rush-hour traffic and then parking and then finding my way to the convention center on time.
Then I gracelessly outed myself to some bandmates when they asked if I'd been out so long due to the flu or pneumonia or something.
All better today.
But I gotta say it was a very surreal car crash experience.
Note: have been super compliant with meds. If I forget to take them before I drop children at bus, I go home afterwards to get them before I go on my way.
112.5mg venlafaxine (minus a bunch of beads-- I have it marked on my calendar)
Quaker, teacher, parent,