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good
something good
Is this all for nothing?
So I have another story to add to the chasm of others I've collected over the past years. This one occured last night:
Yesterday was Meagan's birthday (everyone say Happy Birthday Meagan!) and Melissa missed the birthday dinner because of work. I am so glad I haven't relented and gone back yet. I would miss so much.
Anyway, so...Keith, Kelly and I visited her at Ralph's for a night of "Cabaret on the Counters", or so we called it, and then Melissa and I rode home together. On our bikes. Fucking perverts.
When we got home, we made the decision to go back out so that Melissa could pick Meagan up some flowers from 7-11. It was late. We had no other option.
We made that trip successfully, however on the way back (we decided to take Maple Avenue back instead of Brooksite since it would be less of an uphill battle) as we were passing the gas station, a cop pulled out of a vacant lot and completely cut me off. Sped directly in front of me so that I had no choice but to brake.
I hit the front brake. Ack.
Nosedive, faceplant. Gashed my head, bounced, landed on my elbow and ribs. Either pinched a nerve or broke a bone. Xray says nerve (my own personal diagnosis) the doctor's still confused because he couldn't bend my arm. Hence pinched nerve? Fucking dumbass.
The cop drove away. His driver side window was facing me when I faceplanted, and he shot right the fuck off.
So I filled out a police report. The cop who filled out the report for me seemed pretty disturbed, so she's looking into it personally for me with the information that I gave her. I'm sure if it's one of her comrades she'll defend to the death, but that's okay to me because from the impression I got from her, she wouldn't choose douchebags as pals. It probably in that case would have been a mistake, classic case of tunnel vision. But if it's one of NYs scummiest, I feel strongly that she'll help me out.
Everyone I encountered asked if I was on drugs. Because I was a little shaky and nervous. Hello, my name is shock, and this is my pal concussion.
When I got up off of the ground, a face I recognized was walking over to me. Found out later that she is the cashier I always wind up with at Stop and Shop. Lucky me, she's a part time nurse, and she cleaned my head off as much as one possibly can under a street light, and accompanied my sister and I to Katies (the bar where my sister works at: they were throwing her a birthday party) before bitching out the cop who helped us and leaving for home. She was wonderful and I am so grateful for her. Seriously, I am sure had it not been for her I would have tried to ride home and wound up in a ditch. I started blacking out when she was walking me across the street, but had I been alone I would have blacked out and found myself in the middle of traffic. Riding a bike with an arm that won't bend. Which would completely be a me way to die, but I guess I'll have to wait to pull that one off.
Brian, the owner of Katies wanted to drive me to the hospital on his Harley. I said Helllll no. I wouldn't have been able to hold on. Some random kid punched a wall and screamed something about the police. Another random kid told me to call Yapank to file a report because the police community is corrupt. Joanne (Stop and Shop lady) asked me what she calls the Suffolk police department. What Joanne, do you call the Suffolk County Police Department? HPS. Broaden my horizons Joanne, what is HPS? Highest Paid Scumbags, she says. And for the most part, it's true. They're always there when you're not doing anything wrong, never there to help when you need it. And now they cut off girls on bikes and leave the scene. Because someone was getting stoned at New York Avenue. Ah the fuckers gotta pay.
At the hospital, as they always do, the doctors and nurses and PAs all focused on my self-mutilation over the gash in my head. So I told them what was up, and asked them kindly to help me with what it was that I came in for instead of gawking at and complaining about something that nobody can do anything about but myself. They were scars. Nothing fresh. I have been trying.
Which reminds me, the late night gas attendant told me to live on. He cracked me up.
New tattoo idea what?
That is me. Little things like that remain permanently in my head, and that is how I want to treat body art.
Anyway, so once I shut the surgical audience up, I rolled around in pain and laughed about rolling around in pain which made it all hurt so much more. It was pretty comical though. I don't think Melissa and I have had that much fun in a long time.
Got out of the hospital somewhere around five, so we spent roughly about three hours in the ER for what was a ten minute long process. Stitch stitch stitch. Hold your arm out like this, no like this, here let me do it. OW! Sorry, now keep still. What's up with your arm anyhow? Is that all from the fall? Shut the fuck up asshole and XRAY my bones. Done. How weird, the XRAY came out fine, you can leave now. Really I can? OK bye.
And that was my night!
My arm hurts like a bitch and it's getting worse what with the typing, shooting pain vibrates through my ribs every time I breathe, I have a black eye and it was all worth it. I just came out of the best night of my year. I haven't had that much fun in a long time. Seriously. The most eventful thing I had done before last night was oh, I dunno, probably the last time I shat a horse.
That's really pathetic isn't it?
So anyway, the resolution is that I might have a lawsuit against Suffolk County Police Department and I wanted to ask the twins to represent me in court. ;)
--update--
25 June 2006
Hospital called yesterday, they believe the doctor "overlooked" a fracture in my elbow. I think they're right, seeing as I can't bend my fucking arm past roughly a 165 degree angle. My father checked my ribs out seeing as they are still in a lot of pain (he is a certified nurse on top of his VP position) and he thinks I broke one or two of my left ribs.
Lawsuit still pending. I'm visiting the orthopoedist tomorrow and following up with the police report when I get back.
I don't know how I want to treat the lawsuit. I don't like lawsuits. I think I'm going to try to focus on paying for a lawyer, paying whatever might be left on my medical bills that my health insurance might not have covered and paying for my glasses which are bent up from the fall and the new pants I was wearing at the time which are now a bloody mess. There is no psychological damage to deal with here, only a few days of discomfort and a few hours wasted at the hospital. I don't care to much to fuck some cop for being an idiot, I just don't feel like I should lose anything for it.
If I can avoid a lawsuit and settle on those terms then I don't think anyone loses out. The officer is responsible for my injuries as I am a pedestrian who was paying attention to what was going on around her and wasn't speeding down the sidewalk like a jackass on wheels. I was breaking already, and when I saw him I began breaking even more. My wheels had reflectors on them, on top of which there is a large reflector between my handle bars. The sidewalk was lined with street lamps. I do not know how he could have missed me other than he was not paying attention...or he didn't miss me, and decided he would try to get out first so he didn't have to slow down or stop for me. So in my opinion he is responsible for whatever Friday night might have cost me out of pocket. I have two witnesses, one unrelated to me in any way other than the fact that she's run me up at Stop n Shop a few times...and I recognized her long before she ever realized who I was. So the case is sealed.
I'm a little grumpy today but I don't think that is effecting my decision whatsoever on this. And I'm grumpy anyway because my body's hurting and I'm adgitated that I have to spend my day off in Mineola because that is where my father works and that is where the orthopoedist is.
We watched the pink panther tonight though :) It was great. One of those idiot comedies that become an immediate classic. If you like laughing it's worth watching. If you don't like laughing, what are you doing on my friends list?
good
something good
Is this all for nothing?
So I have another story to add to the chasm of others I've collected over the past years. This one occured last night:
Yesterday was Meagan's birthday (everyone say Happy Birthday Meagan!) and Melissa missed the birthday dinner because of work. I am so glad I haven't relented and gone back yet. I would miss so much.
Anyway, so...Keith, Kelly and I visited her at Ralph's for a night of "Cabaret on the Counters", or so we called it, and then Melissa and I rode home together. On our bikes. Fucking perverts.
When we got home, we made the decision to go back out so that Melissa could pick Meagan up some flowers from 7-11. It was late. We had no other option.
We made that trip successfully, however on the way back (we decided to take Maple Avenue back instead of Brooksite since it would be less of an uphill battle) as we were passing the gas station, a cop pulled out of a vacant lot and completely cut me off. Sped directly in front of me so that I had no choice but to brake.
I hit the front brake. Ack.
Nosedive, faceplant. Gashed my head, bounced, landed on my elbow and ribs. Either pinched a nerve or broke a bone. Xray says nerve (my own personal diagnosis) the doctor's still confused because he couldn't bend my arm. Hence pinched nerve? Fucking dumbass.
The cop drove away. His driver side window was facing me when I faceplanted, and he shot right the fuck off.
So I filled out a police report. The cop who filled out the report for me seemed pretty disturbed, so she's looking into it personally for me with the information that I gave her. I'm sure if it's one of her comrades she'll defend to the death, but that's okay to me because from the impression I got from her, she wouldn't choose douchebags as pals. It probably in that case would have been a mistake, classic case of tunnel vision. But if it's one of NYs scummiest, I feel strongly that she'll help me out.
Everyone I encountered asked if I was on drugs. Because I was a little shaky and nervous. Hello, my name is shock, and this is my pal concussion.
When I got up off of the ground, a face I recognized was walking over to me. Found out later that she is the cashier I always wind up with at Stop and Shop. Lucky me, she's a part time nurse, and she cleaned my head off as much as one possibly can under a street light, and accompanied my sister and I to Katies (the bar where my sister works at: they were throwing her a birthday party) before bitching out the cop who helped us and leaving for home. She was wonderful and I am so grateful for her. Seriously, I am sure had it not been for her I would have tried to ride home and wound up in a ditch. I started blacking out when she was walking me across the street, but had I been alone I would have blacked out and found myself in the middle of traffic. Riding a bike with an arm that won't bend. Which would completely be a me way to die, but I guess I'll have to wait to pull that one off.
Brian, the owner of Katies wanted to drive me to the hospital on his Harley. I said Helllll no. I wouldn't have been able to hold on. Some random kid punched a wall and screamed something about the police. Another random kid told me to call Yapank to file a report because the police community is corrupt. Joanne (Stop and Shop lady) asked me what she calls the Suffolk police department. What Joanne, do you call the Suffolk County Police Department? HPS. Broaden my horizons Joanne, what is HPS? Highest Paid Scumbags, she says. And for the most part, it's true. They're always there when you're not doing anything wrong, never there to help when you need it. And now they cut off girls on bikes and leave the scene. Because someone was getting stoned at New York Avenue. Ah the fuckers gotta pay.
At the hospital, as they always do, the doctors and nurses and PAs all focused on my self-mutilation over the gash in my head. So I told them what was up, and asked them kindly to help me with what it was that I came in for instead of gawking at and complaining about something that nobody can do anything about but myself. They were scars. Nothing fresh. I have been trying.
Which reminds me, the late night gas attendant told me to live on. He cracked me up.
New tattoo idea what?
That is me. Little things like that remain permanently in my head, and that is how I want to treat body art.
Anyway, so once I shut the surgical audience up, I rolled around in pain and laughed about rolling around in pain which made it all hurt so much more. It was pretty comical though. I don't think Melissa and I have had that much fun in a long time.
Got out of the hospital somewhere around five, so we spent roughly about three hours in the ER for what was a ten minute long process. Stitch stitch stitch. Hold your arm out like this, no like this, here let me do it. OW! Sorry, now keep still. What's up with your arm anyhow? Is that all from the fall? Shut the fuck up asshole and XRAY my bones. Done. How weird, the XRAY came out fine, you can leave now. Really I can? OK bye.
And that was my night!
My arm hurts like a bitch and it's getting worse what with the typing, shooting pain vibrates through my ribs every time I breathe, I have a black eye and it was all worth it. I just came out of the best night of my year. I haven't had that much fun in a long time. Seriously. The most eventful thing I had done before last night was oh, I dunno, probably the last time I shat a horse.
That's really pathetic isn't it?
So anyway, the resolution is that I might have a lawsuit against Suffolk County Police Department and I wanted to ask the twins to represent me in court. ;)
--update--
25 June 2006
Hospital called yesterday, they believe the doctor "overlooked" a fracture in my elbow. I think they're right, seeing as I can't bend my fucking arm past roughly a 165 degree angle. My father checked my ribs out seeing as they are still in a lot of pain (he is a certified nurse on top of his VP position) and he thinks I broke one or two of my left ribs.
Lawsuit still pending. I'm visiting the orthopoedist tomorrow and following up with the police report when I get back.
I don't know how I want to treat the lawsuit. I don't like lawsuits. I think I'm going to try to focus on paying for a lawyer, paying whatever might be left on my medical bills that my health insurance might not have covered and paying for my glasses which are bent up from the fall and the new pants I was wearing at the time which are now a bloody mess. There is no psychological damage to deal with here, only a few days of discomfort and a few hours wasted at the hospital. I don't care to much to fuck some cop for being an idiot, I just don't feel like I should lose anything for it.
If I can avoid a lawsuit and settle on those terms then I don't think anyone loses out. The officer is responsible for my injuries as I am a pedestrian who was paying attention to what was going on around her and wasn't speeding down the sidewalk like a jackass on wheels. I was breaking already, and when I saw him I began breaking even more. My wheels had reflectors on them, on top of which there is a large reflector between my handle bars. The sidewalk was lined with street lamps. I do not know how he could have missed me other than he was not paying attention...or he didn't miss me, and decided he would try to get out first so he didn't have to slow down or stop for me. So in my opinion he is responsible for whatever Friday night might have cost me out of pocket. I have two witnesses, one unrelated to me in any way other than the fact that she's run me up at Stop n Shop a few times...and I recognized her long before she ever realized who I was. So the case is sealed.
I'm a little grumpy today but I don't think that is effecting my decision whatsoever on this. And I'm grumpy anyway because my body's hurting and I'm adgitated that I have to spend my day off in Mineola because that is where my father works and that is where the orthopoedist is.
We watched the pink panther tonight though :) It was great. One of those idiot comedies that become an immediate classic. If you like laughing it's worth watching. If you don't like laughing, what are you doing on my friends list?