Life Lessons, The Hard Way

I remember my first in-the-car auto collision like it was a mere eight years ago, because it was. I was stopped behind a midsize vehicle in my sedan when *WHUMP!* -a teenage-powered Suburban rolled down the short hill and forgot to stop behind my car.

“Are you an artist or something?” the policeman teased as I attempted to draw the scene on the official record afterwards.

Laughing, I said, “No. Why?” He showed me the other two drivers’ simple, boxes-and-arrows graphics. “Oh.” And I’d been worried the insurance adjuster would notice the sloppiness of my miniature, expressionist Mazda Protegé.

I’d learned to call the police because an older lady attempted to remove our backseat door of that same Protegé just two years prior. I was parked at the time and had opened the door to unbuckle my two-year-old when she did it.

“Do you mind if we just settle outside of insurances?” She’d asked.

I had considered. Respect your elders and such. We were newlyweds, considering, and couldn’t afford much on our own. However, I opted to phone the police and our insurance.

I found out later she’d tried to contest it. She suggested that I opened my door right as she was pulling into an angled spot, from across double-yellow street lines, at an obtuse angle of entry.

Yep.

The collision I first mentioned was bad because our insurance decided to total the vehicle, and we were left to fill the void with an adequate replacement of equal- or lesser-value. I also experienced minor whiplash.

“I’m so sorry to hear about your accident!” My son’s preschool director said, once I finished with the police reports and continued on to retrieve my then-four-year-old. “I’ll bet that was a real headache,” she commiserated.

“Well,” I said with a straight face, “It was more of a pain in the neck.”

My humor would keep me company over the next few weeks as I learned exactly how fun whiplash was to recover from.

This story crossed my mind early this morning, around 3 a.m.

I’d risen to facilitate an answer to Nature’s call and had nearly not made it back to bed, or even erect again to hobble there.

This was in consequence of a foolish decision I made yesterday to forego a ladder and climb our garage shelves like some lesser-intelligenced simian ancestor.

Had I been said primal ape, the resulting slip and fall would have broken my perfect prehensile tail. Being a Homo sapiens, I instead damaged my rump (and my pride).

This time, my husband got to deliver the zinger. “I’ll bet that was a real pain in the butt!” he said. (Our youngest, age 4, was within earshot. Plus, my husband never curses.)

I’m sure he’s laughing now, as I type on my backlit phone to pass the hours before a health clinic opens.

I’d assumed only minor damage last night. Though slow, I’d managed to drive, walk to book group, and water the house plants. This (early!) morning, on the contrary, I was overcome with nausea upon standing -okay, upon upright hunching. I finally made it back to bed to beg a bit of bread and Ibuprofen from my drowsy helpmeet. And an ice pack.

I suspect I’ve broken my tail after all. We’ll find out in a mere four hours.

Not that I’m counting.

19 thoughts on “Life Lessons, The Hard Way

  1. TanGental September 26, 2018 / 5:58 am

    oh poor you; why is it that really painful injuries tend to have comedic value, especially for others. Not that I’m laughing. Obv. I wouldn’t. I mean that would be grossly unfair. And you may have a crumpled coccyx. Ouch. Snort… no, really, sorry, that was Dog. Do get better soon.

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    • Chelsea Owens September 26, 2018 / 7:10 am

      I would expect many of the blog friends I’ve made to have a laugh or two at my expense, though I DID start it. Birds of a feather, perhaps (for you: dogs of a pedigree?). 😀

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  2. cricketmuse September 26, 2018 / 6:24 am

    Dare I say, hope it will all all work out in the end?

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    • Chelsea Owens September 26, 2018 / 7:11 am

      Why didn’t I think of that one?
      😀 I hope so, too! I got a few extra winks once the medicine kicked in but am still not feeling mobile.

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          • cricketmuse September 26, 2018 / 4:53 pm

            When I had my bicycle accident last year, I didn’t realize along with a broken wrist I got a bruised tailbone too. It made for very uncomfortable car trips. I understand better what a rear ender in terms of crashes is all about.

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  3. masercot September 26, 2018 / 7:22 am

    Another thing people do is tell you that the fender bender isn’t a big deal, then they call the police the second you drive off for leaving the scene of an accident…

    Better safe and sorry and arrested and successfully sued. I think Ben Franklin said that… or, one of his friends…

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    • Chelsea Owens September 26, 2018 / 7:50 am

      😀 Definitely Franklin. Thanks for the tip; I didn’t know!

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  4. LA September 26, 2018 / 7:38 am

    Hope all is ok!!

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  5. Fractured Faith Blog September 26, 2018 / 10:27 am

    I’m not laughing. That sounds like a nasty fall. Not funny at all. I hope you’re okay and heal soon.

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    • Chelsea Owens September 26, 2018 / 4:04 pm

      Thank you! The doctor said I just need time, and a lot of ice-ing.

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  6. mymindlessdrivel September 26, 2018 / 10:54 pm

    Ouch! So sorry to hear about this. The word ‘coccyx’ was indelibly stuck in my head when a guy in high school broke his. But broken or just bruised, it’s still painful. I’ve heard that bone bruises hurt more than breaks. No fun. Feel better.

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    • Chelsea Owens September 26, 2018 / 10:58 pm

      ‘Coccyx’ is fun to say, too. 🙂 It’s not so fun to bruise.

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  7. johnlmalone September 28, 2018 / 5:42 am

    I love the punning in this while appreciating the pain and inconvenience. Nicely narrated. Collisions, even minor ones, have consequences, mainly financial ones 😦

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    • Chelsea Owens September 28, 2018 / 7:43 am

      Thank you. 🙂
      And you are so right. Being hurt mostly involves getting hit in the wallet.

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  8. pkadams November 14, 2019 / 11:54 am

    Oh no! That’s a very painful injury! Did it heal ? Tailbone pain can be life altering. 😩

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