Psychic Powers of Premonition
I don’t play bingo, but if I did, I would not have imagined this being on my mother f-ing card today
I had a feeling something bad was going to happen today. It’s moments like this that I wonder if I have psychic powers of premonition. Then I realize I’m can’t foretell the future at all but just have constant catastrophic thinking. All that negative thinking and sooner of later I’m going to hit the fortune telling jackpot. Sigh.
I left the consumerist hell of IKEA, overly excited that I got a set of curtains for half price. Collecting things for my new office and was psyched I’d saved $40. Ha! Only cost me a car. Ugh. Thankful to be safe but ps and fyi… if you drive a giant mega truck and (not accusing but) may or may not be lunch drinking, don’t go 75 miles hour—hauling ass on the 30 MPH access road—when middle-aged women with discount curtains might be pulling out.
I have a headache, my shoulder and back hurts, and I think I sprained my wrist, but other than that, I’m doing OK. Except that I loved that car! I bought it right before Covid hit, and it hardly has any miles on it considering because I didn’t have to commute to work for four years. Now this. Slammed in the rear and pushed into a concrete barrier. Nuts. If the collision place puts it down tomorrow, it’ll be a damn shame.
Was hoping to do a more thoughtful post about getting older, aging gracefully, and finding a new propose. Oh well. Will have to wait until next week. I’m the meantime, I’ll be popping ibuprofen and hoping I don’t regretting not asking for EMS.
I’ll be 53 in four days. Guess I’m getting a new car for my birthday.
Just now catching up on your writings. So sorry to hear about your accident. I hope you feel all healed in mind, body, spirit, and car.
Well damn. I don’t like anything about this story. I am so sorry you had this accident today although I’m not sure that the fellow can plead it was accidental. I’m sorry you’re all banged up. I’m sorry your car that you obviously liked a great deal is now a hunk of crumpled metal and I’m sorry you had the scary experience of being forcibly bull dozed into a concrete barrier as you frantically try your best to not become the crème center of an Oreo cookie. Today sucked.
Take good care, don’t hesitate to get yourself checked out and know that we’re in your corner, always.
It’s not always going to be this way.
Much love.