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Dec. 10th, 2003 05:40 pmAt 9:35 am this morning while sitting in the pharmacy, my life could have been summed up by the Neil Diamond playing overhead: "L.A.'s fine, but it ain't home. New York's home, but it ain't mine." Yeah, that's a nice pre-summary of my next three weeks.
It's amazing how much work I can get done in a day when you combine the-day-before-vacation with personal-trauma. I was moving along at a pretty quick speed this morning, running personal errands and doing last-minute work, unable to be distracted by the internet since it was down. Then at 10:45 am I got the call from Lowenstein. She was in a car wreck. I threw on my coat and bolted to the scene. I was pretty sick with anxiety over it, even though I knew she was fairly okay since she called me, but the definition of "fairly okay" could still include bleeding or broken bones or other serious matters. I ran the entire way from the blue line train. Well, I ran the first three blocks before my shin splints started burning so I walked the last one. The run was good for my anxiety-induced nausea but bad for my anxiety-induced shortness of breath. I didn't pass out.
I don't have much else to say about the situation except I was eternally glad for the faces there helping out, as I'm not sure how useful I could have been alone. Her car did not fair well at all, pretty much totaled, though she's doing okay, relatively speaking. None of the internal bleeding or compound fractions I envisioned in my panic, and more along the lines of bruising and soreness and shock and a frustrating battle ahead with insurance companies. While I was sad that she wasn't going to be around tonight before I left town, I definitely didn't want her to end up here at home under these circumstances.
Speaking of, I should perhaps go do some of my own packing and offer her any assistance. And pack some more. And try not to freak out about the whole thing as I get ready to leave town.
(Also, thank you in advance to our mutual friends for their offer for support in the next few days.)
It's amazing how much work I can get done in a day when you combine the-day-before-vacation with personal-trauma. I was moving along at a pretty quick speed this morning, running personal errands and doing last-minute work, unable to be distracted by the internet since it was down. Then at 10:45 am I got the call from Lowenstein. She was in a car wreck. I threw on my coat and bolted to the scene. I was pretty sick with anxiety over it, even though I knew she was fairly okay since she called me, but the definition of "fairly okay" could still include bleeding or broken bones or other serious matters. I ran the entire way from the blue line train. Well, I ran the first three blocks before my shin splints started burning so I walked the last one. The run was good for my anxiety-induced nausea but bad for my anxiety-induced shortness of breath. I didn't pass out.
I don't have much else to say about the situation except I was eternally glad for the faces there helping out, as I'm not sure how useful I could have been alone. Her car did not fair well at all, pretty much totaled, though she's doing okay, relatively speaking. None of the internal bleeding or compound fractions I envisioned in my panic, and more along the lines of bruising and soreness and shock and a frustrating battle ahead with insurance companies. While I was sad that she wasn't going to be around tonight before I left town, I definitely didn't want her to end up here at home under these circumstances.
Speaking of, I should perhaps go do some of my own packing and offer her any assistance. And pack some more. And try not to freak out about the whole thing as I get ready to leave town.
(Also, thank you in advance to our mutual friends for their offer for support in the next few days.)
