|Here comes the day you say "What for?"
||[Jan. 19th, 2005|12:00 am]
|[||today i feel
|[||rockin out to
|||||No More- ITW||]|
Today was even worse than Sunday... well kind of.
I got up, ate Chick-Fil-A, took Mommy to work (my car is getting fixed), went to AE to talk to Eve, then I came home. I did a bunch of Algebra work (which I did really well on), then went to therapy. Haven't been there in a while. But it was good. I doubt I'll have to go back anytime soon but it was nice just to talk about all my problems instead of keeping it all bottled up.
Then I was on my way down 41 to pick up my mom at work, before we went to get my car. So I'm at the red light at Landings Blvd. and 41 and I got hit really hard in the back. Then I get hit again. And again. I could feel the tears swelling in my eyes. Then I saw the two cars in the middle (the one directly behind me and the one behind that) take off THROUGH the red light. I frantically called my mom and Shannon brought her to where the accident was. This was waaaay worse than the other accidents I've been in....
There were 2 cop cars, a fire truck, and an ambulance. They checked my vitals and I was fine. Then we had to talk to the police and wait for them to write up a report and since the cars sped off, they were asking all kinds of questions about what the cars looked like.
EDIT: They were trucks, not cars. If you see a black Toyota truck that is messed up in front and back PLEASE get the plate number.
Then they tell me I HAVE to go to the hospital. Just to make sure I'm ok. LAME! At this point it is almost 7:00. I called Beauzy earlier to see if he could call Pat and tell her I might not make it there. Apparently I got him and the rest of the cast and crew extremely worried. At the hospital, they basically said I'm fine and I can go. My aunt came and picked up my mom so I could get to the theater as fast as I could. I got there about 7:45. And I was ready to go on at 8. With my fake lashes. My wig. My 5 layers of tights/leotard. I must admit, I am pretty damn proud.
When I pulled up to the theater, Beau was outside and came running up to the car and just held me. I felt so safe. And so cared about and loved. When I ran into the green room up to get dressed, everyone was so happy I was there. It made me feel so good.
So even at the worst of times, it makes it feel better to know people care. Everyone seemed genuinely concerned and so glad I wasn't hurt. Even people I don't know that well. Thank god I was in my mom's minivan. If I was driving Roger... there's no telling what would have happened. I sure as hell wouldn't be typing this entry right now. Possibly never typing anything ever again.... But I'm just so grateful to still be living.
Enough with my trivial prolems...
Travi- I am so sorry about your loss. We all love you so much!
Dylan- I hope your voice feels better! Drink lemon juice, I swear it helps.
Tiffany's ovaries- Feel better! No cysts please.
Tonight's show was shitty all around. But I'm glad I got to be there. And I got to see my baby. Who I love more than anything. And that is all I have to say.
Much love to everyone. Thanks for caring about me...