Any Wreckomendations?

Oops I did it again.

I got in another wreck.

I have told this story A LOT over the past few days and it's really not much of a story. I rear ended a guy who was allegedly "turning" but his car ended up parallel to the road...suspicion. I swear that my experience was seeing a car with no brake lights legitimately stopped on the highway for no reason. Two of the things I'm worst at are driving and accepting blame so I guess we'll never know.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I was having a pretty good day. I woke up and got Chick-fil-A for breakfast and went home and did my nails. They looked bomb.

I didn't actually eat my Chick-fil-A due to anxiety but I was sipping away at a Dr. Pepper, feeling good. I got ready for a birthday party for one of my best friends. We were going to eat chips and cupcakes at a winery and I was so excited because how chill is that? Chisme, Chardonnay and charcuterie? Sign me up. I brought my yarn so I could sit and knit and the venue was BYODP...so I packed a cooler bag with ice and some crisp Dr. Peppers.

As you can see, I dressed for a completely different season than everyone else. It was officially spring for me.  

We had a great time celebrating Amanda, I headed home to do homework :( and then BAM! Like I told the state trooper, "this probably won't pass inspection, right?"

I had so much adrenaline at first that I wasn't in any pain even though I noticed my wrist was bleeding. Luckily Doctor Nathan fixed me up later when he suggested "put bandaid on."

Since two airbags on my side deployed, I knew it didn't look good for a full recovery. But I managed to somewhat quickly shift from dramatically despondent to thankful that no one was hurt.

This will come as a shock to no one but I am pretty pessimistic. And I SWEAR my nose is swollen from the airbag facial but only people who frequently look at my nose can tell.

I am also thankful that my friend Hannah noticed me on the side of the road and stayed with me until everything was over, she even stayed when my dad got there. I was really worried my dad would be mad at me and I of course started crying again when he arrived. I told him I loved my car and he said, "they make more," which is what everyone says. Cars can be replaced, I can't. But my brother is marrying a girl named Rachel in a few months so there literally will be another Rachel Daniel. 

The real mystery (besides everything surrounding what the other car was doing) is where my arm bruise came from. The seatbelt bruise makes sense. The kneecap bruise, the leg bruises, the sore neck, the waist bruises. I get it.

But what hurt the worst once the adrenaline wore off was my right upper arm and I really have no idea what happened there.

It reminds me of the time that my dad hit me in the back pitching freaking baseballs to me overhanded. But I only fell for that once. 

Add me on snap to follow the evolution of this bruise, we're 5 days in and going strong!