Something personal

This is something personal that I need to blog about, because it's really bothering me.

There is someone that I talk to on a regular basis that I haven't spoken to in almost two(!) weeks. This is not normal for him at all. A week, maybe, but two is way too long.

You know who you are, and I know you're reading this, so please, message me, leave a comment here, anything. Just let me hear from you. Don't be afraid, I'm not mad at you, I'm just getting worried about you.


Thank you.

Of all the times to get hurt...

...why now?

Three weeks ago Friday (the 23rd), I got into a car accident. I got T-boned by a Chevy Cavalier while drving down Cicero Ave in Country Club Hills, IL. I was giving my neighbor Susan a ride to pick up her kids from daycare. We were both taken by ambulance to St James Hospital in Olympia Fields. My neighbor was released with only minor bruises. I, however, was admitted with a concussion and fractured pelvis. I spent one night in the intensive care unit, and the next night in a regular room, and was released that Sunday.

This is where it starts to get interesting.

The police officer that came on scene gave me a ticket for running a red light (I didn't run it, according to Susan) because that's what Cav driver told her. The fact that I don't remember what happened (concussion)won't help me much in court. As a result, I have court on the 23rd to clear this up. There was another witness, however, and he said that he just saw the accident, and didn't tell whether or not I had the green light. It makes me wonder, though, if the cop knew the guy who hit me and was cutting him a break.

Unfortunately, I can't work right now because of my fracture, so I have to bide my time until I can.