The Hurricane Named Confusion

At first, there was no help and now, I'm getting so much help its like standing in a hurricane. Information spills like rushing torrents from both sides now, and my poor rattled little brain is having trouble finding solid ground to stand on. I can't even begin to know their motives, let alone whether they even involve me. Insurance companies are supposed to have your back to some degree right? Granted this has not been my experience in every situation I've had to deal with them. In short, I only know what happens when you get screwed over. I am too damned tired to deal with shenanigans this time around. All I want is my car back. Seriously. I LOVE my Honda.

Currently I am driving a little Chevy provided by an insurance company, so I can actually get to work. And Home... another places I need to get to. Its like driving a tiny sedan... It should handle lighter, but it doesn't. Of course I'm biased. I've been driving a light weight little car for a while now. There's a real difference in how they handle, and its weird. I don't know how long its going to take for the Honda to get fixed. Hopefully not that long. I'd really rather not drive the rental more than I need to.

Ah yes, and then there was the doctor's visit. After the accident, my right hand was flopping around like a dying fish, and my left was steady as a rock. I was concerned, and so was the Sheriff who was on scene first. Enough to call for the EMTs. They said I was alright, but I should get checked out. Thus I found myself perched upon the exam table, while my doctor checked my shoulder over, and came to the conclusion that I've got whiplash.. just not in my neck, and its causing fine motor control issues with my right hand. Which means I can drive and do big things, but if I try to hold a pen or pencil, or use a fork/spoon, my hand falls back to doing the palsy maneuver. Writing is sort of a challenge as my hand jerks to a stop instead of flowing smoothly along like usual.

I was just going to concentrate on doing my job this summer. No need to worry about school in the fall, etc. In fact I had signed up for an Art class I'd been wanting to take for a while now because, gee, I've got some free time. Now I'm sort of concerned I won't be able to use the pencil like I usually do when I draw. I'm on anti-inflammatory medication, and am scheduled to do physical therapy to make sure the muscle heals right. My doctor seemed to think this was temporary, and I think so too, as its not doing the wobble all the time now. Just sometimes.

I've had so many experiences over the years that involve everything going down the crapper, that I'm really not even phased by this. So much so that one of my friends couldn't understand why I was so damned cheery about this. Life is too short to get worked up over this stuff. It really is. Its exhausting when you hang on to all that stress, anger, frustration, and fear. All that does is make you feel worse. I'm not saying don't be vigilant about getting things done right, but I'm saying ... let it go.

Eat a cookie. ;)