I was feeling good after making arrangements to pay off the IRS and both of my hospital bills over time in amounts that I could squeeze out of my present retirement income. Then a random act of stupidity in the rain deprived me of my ability to earn extra money through driving for Uber.
I was driving north in the rain towards the meal delivery I had from Panda Express. I was in the left-hand lane driving next to the median on the divided part of Josey Lane. I was in no way expecting to need any defensive driving measures. In fact, I wouldn’t have succeeded if I had been able to react. The other driver turned directly into my drivers-side doors, effectively sealing both of them so they could not be opened. He told me he didn’t see me in the rain. I suppose it is possible that was true, but I don’t see how considering how clearly I saw him at the last moment.
Sudden surprise bangs and damage are not particularly good for diabetics, either. I got pulled off into the parking lot, canceled my Uber delivery, and had the shakes so bad that I could barely call 911. My fingers didn’t work properly.
But by the time the ambulance had arrived, my brief battle with shock was over. My blood sugar checked out fine in the ambulance and they let me talk to the police and then drive my damaged-but-still-drivable car home.
Now I have the nightmare of dealing with insurance and how I am going to pay for it.
My wife tells me that since the accident obviously wasn’t my fault, I shouldn’t have to pay for any of the damages. Of course, we all know that in the buccaneering world of American insurance, that is not how it works.
So now I can honestly report that I am physically okay, and financially in worse jeopardy. Such is the way the life of Mickey is apparently intended to work out.