You ever say "at least things can't get any worse" out loud and in the back of your mind think of ALL the ways they actually COULD if life were a movie or bad sitcom? Well, roll tape and prep the canned laughs folks. Lately life's been a WEE bit rough for me with some health issues in the family and I've JUST been getting out of a pretty deep depression myself. Today I had some free time, decided to talk to my bank about getting a business loan for starting up my own small business... and was out right denied for various reasons. So, as I'm sitting in my car trying to not do something illegal and worthy of prison time, I say outloud "at least things can't get any worse". I turn the key, pull out of the bank parking lot, and stop at the stop light. Exciting! Light turns green, I move through the intersection and I hear a bang, everything is spinning, and I see nothing but white, another bang, and my car comes to an abrupt stop. I don't know if I passed out or if I was just so freaked out and confused I lost all concept of time since the next thing I know I'm being asked if I'm ok and I'm laying in the grass. There's a mangled wreck wrapped around a tree and a car of unrecognizable make on its side down the block. Then I threw up and passed out. I wake up again at the hospital in a bed, my mom and sister there... and again, I'm TOTALLY out of it at this point. The fact that my sister is there means there's something REALLY wrong or else she wouldn't bother. First thing out of my mouth is "am I dying or something?" They laughed, but I was seriously asking. It's about 5:30 AM saturday as I'm writing this and I JUST got home. My face feels like it's on fire, I have friction burns on the left side of my face and neck, two cracked ribs and my collar bone is cracked. My left hip is bruised so bad it's black, purple, and yellow. My truck was totalled. I still had my Halloween gear in the back so $3000 is gone right there alone. Oh, right, I also got two teeth knocked out of my head, a mild concussion and glass in my face and arms. I really don't know too much about the thieving asshole that hit me, nor do I really care. The guy stole a car and got spooked by an empty cop car in the parking lot of a gas station up the road and gunned it, running through 3 stop lights before he slammed into me. Part of me hopes he doesn't pull through... but the other part of me does... so I can sue his ass. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to take my pills, ignore the taste of blood in my mouth, go to sleep, and probably wake up screaming in agony in a few hours wondering why the hospital fucking released me in this condition.