This week I am in Florida with my mom and stepdad. Mom had surgery on Monday (first surgery and first overnight in hospital, not counting the birth of her two kids many, many moons ago). As one could imagine, she was a bit nervous. Everything is looking good, though. She was up and walking around today. At first the diagnosis was ovarian cancer, but it is possible they were just cysts. We will know more when the reports come back. Either way, my mom is healthy and strong and should recover fairly quickly.
So, I was on my way to the hospital yesterday afternoon (did not get home until 2 am that morning) and decided to get something to bring for lunch. I did not care for the hospital food (not that it was bad, it was just not for me). In an effort to be as safe as possible in an unfamiliar area, I stop at the Subway in town (very little traffic compared to Gainesville). I have to make a left turn and decide it would be best to go halfway to the rather large median and then proceed once the cars pass. I am taking a sip of Dr.Pepper and looking over my right shoulder to watch the traffic and wait until I can go when BAM! a truck rear ends me. Seriously! I yell WTF (not the letters either), with soda all over my face, the windshield, you name it. I turn off the car (my mom’s no less) and get out. This young 20-something guy walks over and is all “I’m sorry, ma’am” and nervous. I, of course, say it is okay; that is why they call them accidents. I call my parents to find out how they want me to handle. I am okay, the bumper is a bit rough, and there is a dent above the lock on the hatch (it’s a station wagon). I write a statement that I do not plan to report since the damage was minimal and have him sign, yadayadayada. What kills me is when he says he thought I was going to keep going. I looked at him and sort of laughed when I said, there were cars coming. He was in such a hurry to go that he did not even pay attention to the traffic. Sigh. Hopefully he learned his lesson.
I will be in and out and will update as time allows. I must say, though, every time I cross that bridge and see the “Welcome to Florida” sign I get a little teary-eyed and think, “I’m home.”
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