Holy crapsicles, Vortex! I'm so glad you were able to walk away (and get the good drugs). And I'm in awe of the self-sacrificing heroism of your car.

oh, dag, Vortex!! Glad you are okay!

I'm glad you are ok , Vortex

I think I'm going to have to take him to the vet tomorrow. I feel like I'm living the "Spent" game - [link] - and not doing very well.

ugh, smonster, I totally know that feeling. Especially with vet-related spending.

You and me both, smonster.

But it's more than just feeling like I'm not doing very well, it's a lot more like I'm doing absolutely the best I can, and that's not very well, and it's not sustainable.

Love you guys.

We love you too. Never, ever doubt it.

Take it as easy on yourself as you can for the next few days, please? Shock is funny stuff.

Glad beyond words that you're relatively undamaged.

It's an 8 year old car that isn't made anymore. Feh. I mean, I can buy a new one, but with no warranty, and no guarantee that I can get the parts.

Sorry about your car Vortex. I visited the Saab factory 30 years ago, and the engineers were very focused on the goal of designing a car that would give up its life for the driver. Don't make it tough. Make it weak in exactly the way needed to absorb the energy that would otherwise be transmitted to the passengers. Looks like yours did its job.

My own Saab is 17 years old. I bike to work year round so I only drive it a couple of times a month. The perfect combination of safety and turbo rush. Alas, there are no longer any parts available, and my mechanic told me that the next time it breaks down it will be over.

There should be a website for people saying goodby to their Saabs. I would check in once in a while to see how many are left, like a list of WWI vets dwindling down to the last survivors.

Oh, Sean. I wish we weren't having to keep company this way. The "best I can" is not perfect. Perfect might almost be sustainable. Maybe. I don't know, I can't tell. If I'd had Frankie's claws trimmed last week for $10, he probably wouldn't have ripped one frolicking this evening. I lazy-gambled and he lost and I have to pay the literal price. He pays the figurative pain price, which makes me feel like crap.

Yes, I know, this kind of thing is why I need to get the kittens out of my house. They're fine and not much trouble for now, but they will need more vet visits soon. If the local rescue org can't take them in the next week or so, I'll be looking into the local SPCA services (only if they won't put them down, and hopefully use foster homes).

Rick, I keep looking at the car, amazed that I walked away without a scratch. If Saab were still in business, I would send a thank you note.

I suspect that if the insurance co scraps the car, they'll sell it to Saab for the parts. I had it towed to the dealership on the extremely slim chance that it could be repaired. I'll see if Saab would give me more than the insurance co. :)