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Originally posted by Muse:
I can't believe the guy had enough nerve to tell you that you look like you are ok. Did he give any reason for hitting you (like "I'm a big idiot and was changing my radio and not paying any attention to what I'm f'en doing")

Glad to hear you are ok.

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Well, it was a half-hearted attempt at 'i didn't see you', but rather than making the wide turn that would have put him in the correct lane, he was making a really sharp turn that would have had him nose to nose with an oncoming car had I not been in the way. So...I can't imagine there's much excuse for that. I was almost on the sidewalk closest to him, for heaven's sakes!

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Originally posted by Dewgirl:
Oh my gosh!!! Finch, I'm so glad your okay.

Is the jerkface who hit you being charged with anything? Did the police talk to him or did he just drive off?

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Originally posted by Dewgirl:
Our mothers always told us about clean underwear, but I know mine never mentioned wearing hole-less socks lest we be hit by a car and our shoes knocked off!

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oh great, another thing for me to obsess about before I leave in the mornings!

eta: less selfishly, yes very very glad yer okay!

My roommate once got hit by a car while rollerblading... He was on the sidewalk going past the driveway into the liquor store, and this woman just turned in and clipped him, and he slid down the sidewalk. And she kept going. He followed her into the liquor store, all bloody and limping, and tapped her. She turned around and said "What!!?!" He pointed at his leg and told her that she'd hit him. She said "Oh, sorry." And turned and walked away!! He was so shocked he just left and came home. WTF!!!

I am walking the dog (we have a Yorkie in the office.) I walk him around back of the shopping center, then around to the front of the shopping center. All of the businesses have biiiig glass windows in the front, there's a sidewalk in front of the businesses, and an overhang/awning-looking thing held up by several large, kinda fluted (you know how fluted columns kinda come up into sharp edges? this comes into play in a a moment)columns.

So I walk him past the vet's office, where the vet is putting a dog into a car. I pick him up because he gets very excited about the dog getting into the car, then turn around ever so slightly to look at said dog (the "Oooh, doggie!" reflex) and WHACK! Suddenly there is an INTENSE pain in the side of my face by my right eye. For a split second I wonder what happened, but it only takes a second to realize that I have WALKED RIGHT INTO THE FREAKING COLUMN and seriously (seriously!) whacked my head. So I first look around to see who saaw (please God nobody saw...) then run into the office where I am going to try and ignore the ridiculous pain and pretend that I did NOT in fact just injure myself walking into a column when I realize that there is blood dripping all over the right lens of my glasses, so no, there will be no playing it cool like nothing happened, and I have to run to the bathroom and explain to the coworker who comes in to help me that I am pouring blood from a gash over my eye because I WALKED INTO A COLUMN. I felt like I might as well have stepped on a rake.

So I got cleaned up and bandaged, didn't go to the doctor but spent the rest of the day feeling kinda cold-medicine slow and trying to think of a better story than "I walked into a column." Plus I was going out after work, I wasn't going home, and wanted to clean it up before going out in public, so I had to go to the drugstore and buy antibiotic bandaids, butterfly bandages, Excedr!n, instant cold packs (for lovely swelling) and a D!et Coke. So embarrassed. I went to kill time in a bookstore before meeting friends at a nearby restaurant, and spent the night feeling like a battered woman, trying to hide my swollen eye and nasty wound (which kept bleeding through the bandaids) behind my hair. I was afraid people were going to think boy was beating me up, and was embarrassed to tell anyone that no, I actually tried to stop a giant column with my face. I am OK now but sore and have still not stopped thanking God that I didn't break my only pair of glasses. I think I'll tell people I got it in a hockey fight.

On a somewhat related note, about 7 years ago I was involved in a car accident in which an 86 year old nun turned left out of turn in front of the car in which I was a passenger.

I went through the windshield, and when the truck behind us hit us, I came back into the car. All of this is from secondhand reports, since I don't remember anything from that morning.

Also, I still have bright pink scars on my neck that people still ask me about, sometimes saying stuff like, "Did the cat get you?" or "Did you run into a clothesline?"

I get some amount of satisfaction when I tell them what really happened and they get apologetic, since it looks like I was nearly decapitated.

And then, a month later when I had a cast on my leg and it was a week before Christmas, my boyfriend broke up with me because he decided to stop living in denial and come out. Yeah, the latter turned into a big cluster**ck.

Last time my eyeball had a nasty run in with a cardboard box, my husband was concerned people would think he smacks me around. Not likely, but I *do* wish I had my glasses on. Cornea injuries aren't fun.

Last year, my roommate and I were drawing on these old roller shades in our living room. I jumped off of my stool and was going to the computer to look up a quote for mine, and I just tripped...over nothing. I fell on the carpet, and managed to give myself this weird rug-burn bruise-thing under my eye. Oops. Completely sober.

So the NEXT day, the boy was staying with me, and we'd had some people over and had been drinking. When we were getting ready for bed, I had all the lights out and got up to get something from the closet. I smacked right into the wall, and bruised the top (think browbone) of the exact same eye.

Edited to add I got beaned with an acorn over the weekend while riding my bike (I don't know if it fell on me or if I rode into it while it was falling) but I had a nice little smarty mark on my forehead from it.

Needless to say, with 3 or 4 of us walking, he decided to ride the bike along with us. The problem was, when he was going slowly to keep pace with the walkers, he couldn't balance and kept falling to one side or the other and putting a foot down on the sidewalk. He then had this idea that he would try riding on the road, but as he rode off the high kerb, he fell off and the chain came off the bike. He told us to walk on and he would catch up once he had put the chain back on.

The next thing that we knew was that he was whizzing past us saying that it was far easier to ride when he was going faster. Unfortunately, he kept his eye on us when he was saying this, and didn't see one of those low-sided dumpsters in the road. Before any of us could say a thing, he hit it and flew over the bike and into the dumpster.

There was a few seconds of stunned looks from us, followed by all of us laughing and running to the dumpster. He was laying on his back in the dumpster, which was filled with really dirty and wet crap. Luckily he only bruised himself, but he wrecked the front wheel of his bike. He then had to walk home with his bike wheel lifted off the sidewalk, but smelling and looking like s*it!

1. having to climb into the apartment building dumpster to retrieve library book... initially tried to fish it out from on top of a folding chair and 2 brooms, but eventually had to clamber into a lot of gunk and stinky garbage just as some kind neighbour on the 4th floor chosethat moment to toss their rubbish, so it came sliding down the chute to say hello.

2. locking myself out of my car With The Engine Running in the middle of a snowstorm

3. i came back from a contract in vancouver a day before my parents left canada for india for good.
our nearly 17-year-old dog was dying adn they had to put him down, but the vet wasn't going to be around the day i was in town, so they had to do it the night before and missed saying goodbye.
the next day, my parents left. i was jobhunting and had an interview in a town 7hrs away. all my luggage moved to my sister's in toronto. essentially, i was kind of without home, though of course there was my sister's and my boy's, in a different town altogether. but i felt v. displaced. everything was in boxes and bags.

day of interview, boy is to drive me there 7 hours mind you, but his car breaks down near toronto, 2hrs from interview land.

i throw my interview clothes [i was travelling in shorts because it's a hot hot day and i hadn't banked on having to take a greyhound] and a fwe changes into a big duffle bag and plan to take a greyhound to interview town and then another back to toronto, where i'll stay at my sister's. kiss boy good luck for his car and rush to catch a greyhound.

running to catch bus, get knocked down by a kid on a skateboard, and my bag flies open and things fly everywhere.

finally, i catch the bus, get to town 10mins before the interview, change at the bus station loo and go for what seems like a long, rigorous, mediocre interview. after 2hrs i have to leave mid-test [i had to design/edit newspaper pages] to catch last bus.

turns out that 9:30 bus no longer exists no matter what the schedules say. mean bus terminal lady locks me out. next bus, 4am.

anyway, after a lot more minor mishaps [lost phone cards, splash-up from a passing car, etc etc], poor boy is so horrified [when i call to tell him how things are going] at me wandering around by myself, he jumps into [now fixed] car to coem get me. gets lost, cellphone dies, etc etc... finally we land back at his place about 3am. he goes to work at 8 the next day.

and when i got into his car, my knight in shining armour, i was so dazed and kind of shocky, i could barely talk. 30mins into the drive, i started to cry and it all poured out... dog's dead, no job, bus ditched me, skateboard kid... waaaaaah!.

heh. when i look back... i got that job after all, so it all worked out. went back to ottawa and planted lilies where they buried the dog.

sorry this post is so goddam long

edited to say i just re-read and i have no stamina to go in and fix them [work was hell], so please, overlook the horrible typos, appalling grammar and general rambling.

5. bekkaboo, sympathy on the pillar thing. i once was trying to catch a bus [running behind]. the bus stopped, i didn't. big wham! carried that sucker of a bruise around for a good long time, and felt a right idiot explaining where i got it.

ETA: no, wiseapples, i did NOT continue to use the brush. but i had to fish it out to chuck it lest it clog the pot.