The Unfortunate Incident of Izze 2

Good morning, readers!

If you read “The (Rather Short) Bland Adventure of the Ulcer”, then you know that I’m still getting over a bout of sickness with my ulcer. I was in the hospital for a morning and then in bed sick as a dog for the next two days. So, in short, this week hasn’t been off to a very good start. Thursday morning, I was feeling a bit better. I was finally able to tolerate a little bit of butter on my bread. Yes, I’d had bread without the butter for 6 days. I took a shower, got dressed, fixed up my hair, and makeup and promptly left for work.

I drive (drove) a little 2003 red Kia Spectre that I’ve named Izze 2, after the soda drinks which I love. This is my second car. My first was a black ’94 Nissan Sentra, which was named Izze. I’ve had this car for about 3 years. I bought it from a friend who I used to work with. I LOVED this car. And in a short couple of seconds, it was totaled. While driving my usual route to work, I came upon an intersection where another car had come up to the stop sign on their road, going left to right. I had the right of way. He pulled out in front of me and then, in his terror, slammed on the brakes… in the middle of the road. There was nothing I could do but put on the brakes. I hit him going probably 25-30 mph.

The radiator was busted, so my field of vision was immediately over-taken by steam. My coffee thermos had leaped up and cracked the windshield. In addition, all of my CD’s were coated in coffee and dirt. Thankfully, there was a very saintly woman who had stopped and called the police. She allowed me to sit in her car for a while, as I’d turned white as a sheet and was shaking uncontrollably.. Whomever you are, thank you from the bottom of my heart.

I was not seriously injured, thank God. I sprained a finger, and had many bumps and bruises. The other driver ( a teenage kid) wasn’t hurt either.

This was only the beginning of my day.

After getting examined by paramedics and talking with police, my dad came to pick me up. We drove to my apartment and once there, I realized I’d left my keys in the car. In my initial confusion and panic, I’d saved my laptop, my purse… and my lunchbox. Don’t ask me why I saved that… This meant we’d have to drive all the way to Camden to the place where the car had been towed. Just as we got there, we saw the tow truck (with my car still on it), driving away. We ended up chasing the tow truck through Rockport until we lost it at the most mind-blowingly stupid intersection in town.

After we got gas, stopped by my work to steal an icepack and explained what happened, we returned to the towing place. Low and behold, Izze 2 was there. The driver, however, was not and he had my keys with him. We proceeded to empty the car, gathering coffee splattered CDs, random pairs of Five Fingers, paperwork, and other kagatha. The tow truck driver returned while we were doing this and gave me my keys. We couldn’t get the roof rack off so he promised to do it for us.

I spent the rest of the day on the phone with my insurance company and with concerned friends and family. A part of me is still in disbelief at how rotten my luck seems to be this week. And of course, I’m as sore as can be two days after the accident. My finger is purple with bruises and is taped up… which means I’ve typed this entire blog in hunt-and-peck mode.

I also discovered last night that I in fact cannot have frozen yogurt. My stomach started acting up right after having three spoonfuls. Damn it.

Long story short (too late), I’ve had kind of a rough week. The thing that ticks me off the most is that I can’t even eat comfort food to make me feel better about it all. I went to a margarita party this evening where I couldn’t drink margaritas or indulge in any of the tasty snack foods. I was happy just to be there but was also kind of bummed. I’ve got a lot on my plate for the next week and a half, too. I have a short story to edit and format, a new car to find, and a bunch of insurance stuff to take care of. I also have to work and not get stressed out about it. The ulcer doesn’t need any more encouragement.

I’ll have my music blog up on Monday and (hopefully) my baklava cooking adventure up for Thursday, although I probably won’t be able to eat any of it.

Stay tuned til then!

KSilva

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4 thoughts on “The Unfortunate Incident of Izze 2

  1. What a terrible time you’ve had. I must say you amaze me that you can still type a blog after the week you’ve had as well as continue your cooking adventure. Hope you get a new car soon.

    • Thanks, Cheryl. Blogging (and writing in general) help to distract me from it a little. I’m hoping I find a car soon, too, because I’ve got so much work to do and not much time to do it in. I need to be mobile! 🙂

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