If I start slurring my types and jumbling up my words, I apologize as I am enjoying a wicked case of whiplash and quite possibly a concussion.
That's right, folks, I got into another car accident. In fact, I got rear-ended. Again. It has been exactly 8 months and 1 day since my previous crushing of the metal onto metal. Apparently, my license plate reads "crash into me":
-especially if I am already stopped at a traffic light waiting for it to turn green
-oh and be sure to crash into me at full speed. Don't make it less dramatic by slowing down.
Ellie was in the car.
My baby was in the car and thankfully, she appears to be doing alright. There was a twenty minute screaming bout followed by Andrew and I trying our hardest to keep her awake for 4 hours and I think she is okay. Car seats are life-savers. Hypotonia can be life-saving. At least that is what the PCP said. Floppy muscles means less tensing during impact and less risk for injury. Her low muscle tone protected her and for that, I am grateful.
I am also grateful that Andrew was able to pick us up from the crash sight as I was took shaken to drive home.
Ellie was having a good day and we spent the morning at a playgroup. She was getting exhausted quickly so as I headed towards home, I decided to stop by Quizno's to provide quick, scrumptious nourishment to Bear who was probably going to pull one of her 3.5 hour naps. Only, we never made it to Quizno's. I was at the traffic light. Waiting. Two cars were also in font of me. Waiting. I was contemplating the Chicken Carbonara sandwich that I was going to devour once the light turned green. Only CRASH! THUNK! CRUNCH! Apparently, the lady behind me didn't understand that all of us were stopped. You know, at a light that had been red for a while. She gave me an excuse that I understood, but didn't agree with. She was rattled and rightfully so. She hit a car with her son in the back seat and will a little Bearity Bear in the back of the car she hit. I am so ever thankful that Bear, her son, her, and myself escaped this accident without major injuries.
I am ready for this summer to be over. Summer is not fun. It is not relaxing. It is not enjoyable. It has been one hellish month after another. . . for Ellie. Not for me. Aside from the accident, I am dandy. When school let out, Ellie was plagued with the beginning of random, frequent fevers of unknown origin. Then, chronic fatigue set in halfway through summer. We learned that my daughter was suffering from lead poisoning. Lead! I really do mean to give an update on the lead situation but until I actually shlep into the school playground and steal some sand to ship off for testing, I have nothing to report as all of her toys and our house came up negative. The end of summer is marred by continuing now intermittent fatigue, an experimental decrease in ADHD medications for Ellie--through which I learned that she still has "bad" days of 15+ hours of sleeping and then on the good days, she is "possessed by the Tasmanian Devil" [that is a direct quote form preschool]--and a car accident. We have 3 weeks left until school starts. What else is going to torment my Ellie Bear, aside from 106 degree heat?
I am ready for September.
Okay, my pity party is over and we shall be back to our regular broadcasting. Unless I do start having thought and speech and typing problems. Then we will have confusedly entertaining posts.