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The Rest of My Summer

For those who don’t already know, and so I don’t have to type the story more than once, I decided to post something here about the car accident I was involved in last Saturday (July 25th.) Lisa Mannetti was kind enough to spread the word among my friends through the Shocklines message board and Facebook, but I know there are some folks who don’t visit either of those places. So here’s the short version of the story:

Last Saturday a friend and I had a serious car accident in my car.  I think we hit a tree, but I’m not sure. I believe I lost consciousness because I only remember crashing, then suddenly the rescue squad was there. We were taken to MCV and treated for various broken things. (I have a broken foot, broken wrist, broken ribs, bruised lungs and a huge set of ghastly bruises from the seatbelt.) I was able to come home from the hospital on Thursday. My friend was released on Friday.

I’m told I will have the cast on my foot for 6 - 8 weeks, and then will possibly be in a walking cast for an additional 6 - 8 weeks. I’m not sure about the cast on my arm. I think the doctor said 8 - 10 weeks, but I was so zoned out most of the time I don’t remember.

I’m still planning to be at Killercon in September, cast or no cast! My best friend, Sarah Schoenfeld, is traveling with me, which will help. And maybe we’ll get to board first if I still need a wheelchair! I’ll also still be at Horrorfind the following weekend.

An unfortunate casualty of the accident (besides my car) is my vacation in Chincoteague. There’s no point in going if I have to be mostly housebound. If I can’t hike Assateague and do all the other things I usually do on the island, then I’d rather postpone. Maybe we’ll go during Christmas break. I’ll be there for the Oyster Festival no matter what, so I know I’ll get to see the island, and my pony, at least one more time this year.

I’m devastated about my car. I can get a new car, of course. As bizarre as this sounds, I had a great emotional attachment to that car. It represented much needed freedom for me, among many other things. I could have the coolest, fastest car on the planet, but I’ll never be able to replace the old car 100%. I feel like I’ve lost my best friend.