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Oct. 16th, 2012 07:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gwydion* Well, that sucked. Still no plumber, but plenty of phone calls. The Landlord says she will find out WTF. I set out to get bloodwork done, pick up ILLs, and buy as a birthday present to myself two rams and some handmade seasonal candy from the sweet shop across from the fish store.
This turned out to be a mistake. I got rear ended at a stop light by what I at first took to be an elderly gentleman in a gorgeous vintage BMW convertible. The guy ahead of me at the light called the cops, and we all made or left turn and pulled over. I quietly turned off the car and got out my license and registration. The witness came over to yell at the guy who hit me, while he tried to justify himself and apologize. Once I had my stuff gathered I hobbled over to deal with him. It was a little like dealing with a child; I kept having to tell him what to do next. He was distraught and in shock. I was able to piece together what had happened. While he looked seventy, he was ac tally a year younger than me. The stubble was patchy (I'm guessing chemo, not male pattern baldness). He had three visible Kaposi's sarcomas on his head. He was gaunt and obviously ill. (He did not mention his illness, but to eyes that came of age during the worst of the plague Kaposi's are a terrible sort of familiar). He and his husband had returned from a vacation, but were three days of travel hell late due to flight delays, rerouting, missed connections, etc.. (I believe him; he had all the travel stubs). They'd had to pick up the car which they had ordered as travel hell made them late. He'd taken the new car; his husband the old. He had purchase documents and dealer's plates, but not the insurance. I'm guessing he was queasy, all around ick, and sleep deprived from the travel, AIDS, AIDS/cancer treatment and shouldn't have been driving and so zoned out at a key moment to give me a solid thump on the rear end. He just kept repeating he was sorry and "I just wanted to go home." I felt for him, because I'd been there myself (Absent the rear ending, but I've been desperately sick, and exhausted and wanting to just go home and sleep), and because he was so obviously not doing well on his meds despite the new tan. He did have the balls to flirt with the cop, something I would never do as our local force has a lot of bullies and assholes and I don't trust them. I'm guessing he doesn't have that much to loose at this point. Anyway, I was gentle with him. I am still lodging claim for the damage, but I'm not angry. (I figure they can afford the fancy car and the vacation, they can cover the damage). I'm going to skip this evening's pain pill and see if I'm damaged. I'm getting extra muscle pain on my left side, so I'm thinking there may be a little. Luckily, it was a fairly slow speed impact, me being stopped and him just accelerating from a nearby stop sign and turn. I hope he's okay. He looked so fragile and lost.
Less than a year younger than me. Ouch.
So by the time we'd exchanged information and the cop had come and gone, the lab was closed, so I still need down again for bloodwork. Sigh. I picked up the ILL's, went to my mechanic for a spot estimate of the damage so the insurance company knows what to look for. I decided, fuck it, I'm getting my damn cichlids and my bones, so I did that. I'm a touch shaky now the adrenaline's worn off, but really I'm more upset for the guy that hit me and am hoping his husband is holding him tight and comforting him. The damage to my car is fairly minor and a little more pain on top of my pain isn't the end of the world.
This turned out to be a mistake. I got rear ended at a stop light by what I at first took to be an elderly gentleman in a gorgeous vintage BMW convertible. The guy ahead of me at the light called the cops, and we all made or left turn and pulled over. I quietly turned off the car and got out my license and registration. The witness came over to yell at the guy who hit me, while he tried to justify himself and apologize. Once I had my stuff gathered I hobbled over to deal with him. It was a little like dealing with a child; I kept having to tell him what to do next. He was distraught and in shock. I was able to piece together what had happened. While he looked seventy, he was ac tally a year younger than me. The stubble was patchy (I'm guessing chemo, not male pattern baldness). He had three visible Kaposi's sarcomas on his head. He was gaunt and obviously ill. (He did not mention his illness, but to eyes that came of age during the worst of the plague Kaposi's are a terrible sort of familiar). He and his husband had returned from a vacation, but were three days of travel hell late due to flight delays, rerouting, missed connections, etc.. (I believe him; he had all the travel stubs). They'd had to pick up the car which they had ordered as travel hell made them late. He'd taken the new car; his husband the old. He had purchase documents and dealer's plates, but not the insurance. I'm guessing he was queasy, all around ick, and sleep deprived from the travel, AIDS, AIDS/cancer treatment and shouldn't have been driving and so zoned out at a key moment to give me a solid thump on the rear end. He just kept repeating he was sorry and "I just wanted to go home." I felt for him, because I'd been there myself (Absent the rear ending, but I've been desperately sick, and exhausted and wanting to just go home and sleep), and because he was so obviously not doing well on his meds despite the new tan. He did have the balls to flirt with the cop, something I would never do as our local force has a lot of bullies and assholes and I don't trust them. I'm guessing he doesn't have that much to loose at this point. Anyway, I was gentle with him. I am still lodging claim for the damage, but I'm not angry. (I figure they can afford the fancy car and the vacation, they can cover the damage). I'm going to skip this evening's pain pill and see if I'm damaged. I'm getting extra muscle pain on my left side, so I'm thinking there may be a little. Luckily, it was a fairly slow speed impact, me being stopped and him just accelerating from a nearby stop sign and turn. I hope he's okay. He looked so fragile and lost.
Less than a year younger than me. Ouch.
So by the time we'd exchanged information and the cop had come and gone, the lab was closed, so I still need down again for bloodwork. Sigh. I picked up the ILL's, went to my mechanic for a spot estimate of the damage so the insurance company knows what to look for. I decided, fuck it, I'm getting my damn cichlids and my bones, so I did that. I'm a touch shaky now the adrenaline's worn off, but really I'm more upset for the guy that hit me and am hoping his husband is holding him tight and comforting him. The damage to my car is fairly minor and a little more pain on top of my pain isn't the end of the world.