I was coming from a restaurant heading home after paying $3.15 for a flat ginger ale. It was raining. It was 11:20 pm. Based on the damage to my car, the other driver --whose headlights were off-- was traveling between 110-125mph.
I never got a chance to speak to the other driver. He wasn't wearing a seat belt, failed the police sobriety test, and was arrested on scene. I learned recently it was his first time offense. And I have forgiven him. But it's not something that can --or will-- be forgotten anytime soon. I have no idea how he is. I pray he's alright.
As for me, after 26 weeks of chiropractors, hospitals, MRI's, orthopedic surgeons, one-hour physical therapy visits twice weekly, I have just walked out of my final session. At this point, I continue the physical therapy stretches at home. There's not much more progress to be made at a doctor's office. For the most part, I really feel great. It only hurts if I'm sitting for more than 15 minutes at a time. Or standing for more than 15 minutes at a time. Or walking for more than 15 minutes at a time. Or when the barometric pressure drops. Or when I'm sleeping.
If it sounds like I'm complaining, it should.
Because I am.
No one deserves this. No one deserves to face an irrational fear of getting behind the wheel of her car at night. Or when it rains. Or on any given morning on her way to work, not knowing what other 2,000 lbs weapon will come hurling towards her.
But stretching every day to lessen the pain?
I know it's a small price to pay. I was lucky. For that, I am grateful.
Please, drink responsibly.
