I had my first final yesterday so now I'm that much closer to being done with my P1 year. I'm pretty excited about it. My white coat ceremony is on May 13 and after that I plan on spending the summer working full time at St. Jude. That's actually where I'm writing this from. Anyway life in general is good, but sometimes things happen and you have to wonder why. Last night after getting off at 11 pm, I was at home relaxing on the computer and I heard what sounded like a big crash with glass breaking outside and then immediatly a car speeding off. It startled me something fierce. After recovering I thought to myself I hope that wasn't mine or W's car. I'm sure you can imagine where this is going. I didn't go and check on the cars right away because it was storming/raining/miserable outside. I told W (he was half asleep) and I guess we just both decided to wait till the morning, what would we do at 12 am anyway? Well when hubby gets up to go to work this morning I hear him leave the house to check on his truck (it was parked on the side of the road and my car was in the driveway, so we figured if anything, his truck would be damaged) and he starts swearing. I felt like a ton of bricks hit me. So he calls the police to file a report and then calls his work, insurance company, etc. Not really anything the police can do since there's no way to find the perpetrators, AND he only has collision insurance because he has an older truck(from 1987). But he can't drive it as the damage it incured was pretty much getting the whole right tail light ripped off and the police officer said that unfortunatly he'd probably get pulled over. The insurance may help us since it was a hit and run, but they think the damage may be cost more than the truck, BUT how can you put a price on a vehicle that you relie on to get to work and school? AND we have a 200 dollar deductable which we can't afford. And to make matters worse, W had to miss a double shift at work today since he was unable to drive his truck and I had to have my car to go to work, we lost out on money we really needed. *sigh* I know worse things could have happened, but it still pretty much sucks.
Birthday Number Twelve
4 years ago
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