It was another totally fantastic day outside. Sunny, just a little breeze and warm, warm, warm! In fact, it was 72, which is just about perfect when the humidity is only 48%. The Beast even got out on the mower and mowed the back yard. It won't be long and we will have to go out and weed the veggie boxes, which are a real mess. Lots and lots of weeds. Big weeds. Weeds. I'm hoping my back brace comes before we actually start on them.
We opened up the house and let the breeze run through and even turned the fans on to help air out the house. It was truly enjoyable. The Beast finally stopped mowing when he finished the back yard (he still needs to weed whack it) and rested up for a bit before he had to dress and leave for his church meeting.
And that is when my day took a terrible twist. *Sigh* He dressed and left for church and I got the bright idea of running over to the Princess' house to visit for a while and just get out of the house. I called her to see if it was okay and she said, *Sure but both kids are in bed already.* I figured I could at least tiptoe in and see Gunner (who is growing like a weed) and give Chewlee a kiss on her forehead if she was sleeping. It had just gotten dark but the Princess lives just a little over a mile away. I don't like driving at night but that's no real problem to drive that far.
So I make sure the front and back doors are locked and I leave thru the garage. I get in the car, hit the button to close the garage door and turn on the car. I back out the driveway, trying very hard to backup in a straight line and.....BOOM! I hit the garbage can sitting at the end of the driveway, just slightly to the right of my straight line. I forgot it was Tuesday and the Beast had put out the garbage to be collected in the morning.
What happened was I moved the garbage can out into the street and I knocked off and broke the passenger side mirror. I mean it was broken off and the glass was broken and all over the street! I was just sick. I picked up the broken mirror, threw it in the garbage can (it can't be reused in any way) and moved the garbage can back where it belonged. I was shaking like a leaf, knowing the Beast was going to hit the roof over this. Yes, it was an accident but...if I had paid attention and looked in that mirror, I would have seen the garbage can and been able to swerve and miss it. That would have saved the day. But...nooooooooooo....I was too focused on not leaving the driveway and going off onto the lawn or too close to the Alberta peach tree. I knew if I backed out straight, I wouldn't do either thing. I didn't even THINK about the damn garbage can.
We don't dare even think about claiming it although I think it's probably going to cost us less than our deductible so why even consider that? It's just that we were a bit thin on our money this month and that has to be repaired right away. I drove back into the driveway and came back into the house and called the Princess to tell her I wasn't coming over (and why). I was just shaking too much and knew I was (another) accident waiting to happen if I went anywhere. Besides, I still had to face the Beast and tell him what happened. It was NOT going to be fun....or easy. Not a good start to trying to get him to let me drive myself around.
So, while I was chewing my nails, waiting for him to come home, I thought about his reaction to the news. I knew a lot would depend on how I presented it to him. When he got home, I let him get undressed and comfortable (and watching his basketball for a bit....I wanted him relaxed). Then I went out and told him, *I have some bad news....* I told him plain and simple what had happened and the results. I have to admit he took it a bit better than I thought but.....when I had finished telling him, I also told him this...*I know we are skinny on money this month so....Carol sent me this check for some extra spending money when I went on vacation with Mustachio so I am giving it to YOU to use to replace and repair the mirror. I will tell her why I did it and I hope she understands.* He looked at the check in surprise but checked to see if I had signed it and said he would deposit it in the bank tomorrow before he drove down to the dealers to find out what it was going to cost us and when it could be done.
I can't even begin to tell you how awful I feel about this. Especially after the fiasco with the garage and garage door. But we DID get a new garage door out of that....LOL. It's only funny now thinking about it. I was horrified the day it happened and felt so dumb. But I digress.
The Beast is in bed now but I know he will be up, bright and early, to check out the damage to the side view mirror and the area around it. I just hope I have heard the end of it and he doesn't go into a tirade (which is really his way when it comes to ME). If it had been HIM that did this, I might now even have been told about it until AFTER the repair. Oh well.
The Princess said something about stopping over tomorrow (I hope it's not to make any big deal out of what happened). Of course, she got a hell of a lot of flack over HER accidents and most were not even her fault. Even the one where she hit the telephone pole was really because she had NO experience driving on ice, let alone black ice. She was born and raised in Florida and that was her first winter here, I believe. At least it was the first one where there was snow. She got bloody hell over that and I felt it wasn't really her fault except that she might have been going faster than she should have. I would NOT have given her the hell HE did but I tried to bring up her inexperience with the road conditions at the time. He wouldn't even listen to me.
The Beast noticed my arms tonight. I had been wearing tops with long sleeves so he hadn't seen them since I left the hospital and, even then, he was just anxious to get me home. My left arm especially has a lot of blood under the skin where nurse blew my veins trying to get a needle and catheter inserted. It looks just awful even after being home over a week. My right arm only has two or three spots left. The left one was assaulted the day before I left the hospital...9, count it NINE times by three different nurses. *Sigh* That's what happens when you have tiny veins and they roll, too. It was incredibly painful and just about had me in tears. I will live, however.
I checked my appointment to get my staples out and it isn't until NEXT Tuesday. HE likes to have those in 14 days from when you leave the hospital. This will make it more than that but...I really can't complain...much. I am doing well as far as my bowel movements go which had all the doctors and nurses concerned. Everything is working very well, tyvm. In fact, it seems to be working better than ever. I'm just glad to still be here and not having gone septic. That could have happened except for the grace of God. I am just so so grateful.
Love you all. Have a great Hump Day....lol. Be safe and smile. It confuses people. ***Hugs***
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