Went out to run an errand this morning and we got broadsided, on my side of the car. My door was jammed shut (though Brian did finally manage to wrench it open).
I swear his car has a target painted on it. This is the third time in two years that it's been damaged ... once while it was parked outside his office, not even being driven. Never his fault.
Since she hit my door, I'm the one who's battered and bruised. Trying to figure out if the pain in my wrist is from something I did, or from the accident. This really is not the day for me to have to rest my wrist -- I have work to do.
For today, I'm treating the pain with a heating pad and chocolate. I'll decide tomorrow if I need the chiro to look at the back.
And, of course, this couldn't happen on the side where I'm already supposed to be getting the shoulder x-rayed.
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