Well, That's What I Get for Resolving to Be Happy

Oh, you know, FOUR days from my "I'm a Pollyanna" blog post, I got a swift kick in the ass. Or rather, a Frito Lay truck through the passenger side of my poor, poor Elantra. That's what I get, man.

I was minding my own damn business, driving to work. I stopped at a light. The light turned green. I went through the light, you know, LIKE YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO, and was promptly T-boned by a Frito-Lay delivery truck. I'm not sure he even saw the light. He did, however, give me the kind courtesy (NOT) of honking his horn a mere split second before he smashed my poor vehicle to bits. It pushed me over a lane, but luckily no one was there to collide with.

It was right out of a movie. He honked, I looked right, his entire truck crashed into my car. My whole window was filled with a photo of the Frito-lay logo.

My car is totaled, and I'm sore. Really, really sore. Headaches, muscle aches. Bad enough to take some Vicodin and Flexeril. But, three days later, I am feeling like I'm heading toward healing. now it's just chiropractic/massage therapy for a while.

Yet, although I'm sad about losing my Tupperware Vehicle THREE PAYMENTS from owning it outright...

It could have been so much worse. I could have been seriously injured or killed. I could have had someone in the car with me. They would be hospitalized for sure. I could have hit someone else as a result.

I have a job, I have a source of income to make payments on a new car if I have to. I have health insurance. I have car insurance. I am surrounded by friends and family who are lawyers, doctors, and auto-body mechanics. I know they will do right by me. I was not hit by an uninsured driver, a drunk driver. I was hit by a deliveryman, who has the backing of a corporation. Hopefully they'll cut me a check, and this will all be over.

Until then, I have some major drugs to help me along, I have a few days to recover without pressure from my job, I have parents, siblings, and a husband who are helping me in all the ways they can.

So, really, it's as good as it can be without erasing what happened at 8:45 Thursday morning.

And maybe that still makes my 2010 pretty flippin' awesome.

PS It was national delurking day and I missed it, because I was busy getting smashed into. have some pity and delurk late, k? I could use the company on this-here couch.