So last night was the Ani concert, which I did actually get to go to, despite much adventure on the way. There was a really bad car crash on I-10 into New Orleans: this one
, in fact, and everyone was slowing down and rubbernecking. I started to slow down when I realised that the car in front of me, despite the fact that her brake lights weren't on and there was open space in front of her, was essentially not moving. I slammed on the breaks, but the car skidded and rearended the person in front of me. It really wasn't much more than a fender-bender -- from what I could see, the other car got off with a few dents and scratches on the bumper, while my front bumper is shoved crooked and the glass on one headlight busted. No one was hurt on our end, and the cop who finally processed the scene must have noticed how people were driving and even told me it wasn't really my fault, although by law he had to write me a ticket anyway.
Since we were very close to New Orleans and the car seemed to be driving fine (even the busted headlight is still working, albeit without a glass cover), we went ahead and went to the concert anyway. Good thing we decided to leave early. Ani was wonderful, although my experience was somewhat dimmed by bad sciatica pain and delayed nervous reactions to the wreck.
Right now my car is in the shop getting the tires changed (which was probably why the car skidded -- the front tires were in pretty bad shape, which *was* my fault, as I hadn't been playing close enough attention to them). The mechanics are going to double check anything, but they said the brakes are fine and the crash doesn't seemed to have damaged any essential parts, which means although she'll look even uglier than she already did, I probably won't bother having the front end fixed. So long as both headlights work and it's not a hazard I couldn't care less what she looks like.
Increased sciatica pain again today, although I'm 99% sure it has nothing to do with the actual crash itself (although the general state of tension I was in afterward probably has a bit to do with it). I came very close to having an all out panic attack, but managed to stave it off, no small part due to the presence of babysprite
who was very helpful and supportive throughout the whole ordeal.
So there you have it. I turned my "coming in late" day to a "staying home" day. A very kind person from my UU group is helping me get done what needs to get done today -- namely picking me up from the car repair shop, picking up some necessary groceries, and taking me back to pick up my car when it's done. This means that I can spend large parts of today on the sofa with my heating pad, and pop the occasional post-traumatic Xanax until my nerves calm down.
Fionn has also got an appointment to go back to the vet, as despite the medicine being shoved down his throat twice a day he's still having diarrhea issues.
Not to mention playing more phone tag with my doctors . . .
Fun, fun day.