~ma for Sox's DH
Feel better ~ma for sj and Shir and smonster and quester and Teppy and WindSparrow and anyone else feeling low (physically or otherwise).
Liese is my hero.
My morning, let me show you it.
I am without my Prius until the 8th or so when the body shop finishes fixing the damage done by the moron who cut across traffic and hit me in an intersection last week. The good news on that was that he did stop and had insurance and it's all on him, but still, not having a car blows. So we have a big huge work truck for ND's business that he said I should use this week since ND is working down in Irvine and I am on Spring Break, but I hesitated to do so since I am so short and have a really hard time gauging distance in a full-sized truck like that. Alas, this morning was my annual I-hate-being-a-girl GYN appointment, so I had to get there somehow. I took the truck. I swear, I was trying so hard to be slow and careful and look both ways, yet within 90 seconds of turning it on and starting the five-point turn extravaganza necessary to get turned around in our driveway, I managed to scrape up against the big white pole (that, in my defense, is a bitch to see--at least four different people have hit it over the past three years). I figured a few scrapes, shouldn't be too bad. Drove to the appointment. Stepped out and looked...and the door looks awful. It's like the thing is built to crumble at the least bit of force. It still opens and closes, but it certainly doesn't look professional.
It probably didn't help that this incident was followed by my annual; my GYN is a well-known infertility doctor too, so his office is just plastered with pictures of kids and babies. I've mostly accepted that it isn't going to happen for me, but it still hurts like hell.
So on the way home I went to two body shops to get estimates, figuring it doesn't make sense to up our insurance rates for body damage, so I'd just pay for it myself.
The first shop's estimate? $1650. The second's? $2050.
ND hasn't seen the damage yet (though I texted him what happened with a picture of it), and yet he's being very supportive about it. Still. I fucked up, and now my dream of paying off one of my many credit cards is laughable. I feel like shit about myself and about money and I'm pretty miserable right now. Sorry to braindump, but today has really sucked.