Hit By A Bus, Part II

Well, some things are becoming clearer. The greatest of which is that Bryan, at 6'1" tall, does not fit into an economy-sized car. That leaves us searching for a reasonably priced mid-sized car. Parking will be more difficult, but Bryan and his lanky legs will be able fold in under the steering wheel, saving him from bashing his knees into the dashboard (again) if anyone were to rearend us at full speed (again).

This big truck came to take my car away today. I watched from the window. I didn't want to make nicey-nice small talk with the driver.

Insurance is going to pay me more than what I thought it was worth, so that's nice. It's not enough to get a pimpin' automobile, but parking on the streets in San Francisco and having had my car totaled twice now, I'm fine with getting a used car that's been more used than not.

Oh, and the insurance stops covering my rental car on Wednesday. I'm not sure exactly how I was supposed to have received the check from my insurance company and purchased a new car in all of five days when I just received the paperwork from them to transfer title today. Policy is a strange beast.

Health wise... my vertebrae appear only to be bruised, not chipped or cracked, as my doctor had thought they might be. It eases my mind, but not the pain. Might possibly look for a lawyer. Having never done that before, I'm unsure about how to begin.

Bryan seems to be fine, so far. Fingers crossed that he stays that way for the long term.

And... I've developed a nasty cold. My guess is that it's in reaction to all of the stress and injury. Hopefully, it will clear up in time for us to fly to Arizona on Thursday. We'll be finalizing the wedding menu. I'd like to be able to taste it.