Ok I realize I wasnt too clear in my last blog about exactly how everything went down. I was riding with a friend of mine (the dude with the fractured arm) he was driving and it was his '87 Dodge pick-up that we were in. We were clipped on the rear driver's side by a woman in a mini-van who was goin pretty fast apparently, we never saw her but thats what the witnesses were saying. Anyway, we got slammed pretty hard and ended up rolling over into a ditch, I climbed out and brushed myself off completely fine, couldnt even tell I was in an accident. The driver though was bleeding from his cheek,had a fractured arm as afore mentioned, and a mild concussion.

Then after all that we got picked up by the ambulance who made us go to the hospital to get checked out, once they cleared me I had to talk to the cops sign the police,sign the report, blah blah blah. Turns out the woman who hit us was driving on a suspended license so they had to make a big ado about it. All said and done we were in the hospital for around 5 hours until they cleared my friend who then had to deal with the cops himself.

While all this is going on somhow my Mom was contacted and she frantically began calling EVERYBODY. And if you were to know my friends and family you would know that they can pass the simplest story among themselves without completely butchering it and exaggerating it hundreds of times over. And somehow one of genius relative decides to call my 78 year old aunt who suffers from dementia and tells her that I was in an accident without having all the details, the poor woman sat there for 2 hours thinking I was paralyzed.

So I've spent the last few days calling around and dealing with my insurance company who was trying to make me pay the bill from when I was checked out at the ER. And I spent about an hour on the phone with my aunt trying to convince her that I was still alive and walking, and that I'd still come visit her next month for Christmas.

And after all that I still need to vent somthing else...

When we rolled I somehow landed on my side and crushed my Ipod. :cry:
And its completely dead no repair could breathe life into it again, But alas the good die young. It went but my $30 Tracfone survived without a scratch, I'm dead convinced this thing could stop a bullet. But that means with my next pay-check I'll have to skip the games I wanted to buy and replace my Ipod. My morning jogs are far too quiet without it.