So here's the backstory:
My youngest daughter Sarah (age 14) and I were in a car accident on July 31st. I lost conciousness and drifted across (it's a 2 lane highway) from the right hand lane into the high speed lane and hit the Jersey barrier.
I don't remember anything except feeling odd for a minute and then her waking me so the rest is information collected from her.
She wasn't paying much attention so when I started to drift into the other lane she assumed I was making a lane change until she realized we were about to hit a mini-van.
She looked over and saw my slumped against the drivers door/window. Instead of freaking out (she's a fucking amazing kid) she started trying to bring me to, which she did. At that point we were up against the barrier kida of up on the bottom lip of the concrete.
I came to and had no fucking idea what had happened. I barely knew where I was. I managed to get us back across both lanes and into the breakdown lane on the right. I called Mike.
I was disoriented and could barely put together anything coherant. He told me to call the police and I did.
They showed up and kept asking what happened. I told them I fainted and had no idea why or what happened. There were two staties there, one kept asking over and over what happened, I was crying and trying to explain that I didn't know. The other asked me to pop my trunk to see if I had a spare (my front right tire was totally shredded.
I keep all my work shoes in the trunk.
Now they start asking if i've been drinking, if I had taken any drugs etc.
Ok fine, I understand that maybe the girls in the industry they deal with on a regular basis maybe are the ones driving home drunk or whatever but dude, WTF, it's 11am!
I go by ambulance to the hospital and get checked out and am told I had a seizure and to see my doctor.
Mike shows up at the accident scene and they start asking him what I do for work and if I do drugs or drink a lot. He tells them where I work and that no I don't drink all the time and do not have a drug problem.
I see her (my doc) and she confirms it was a seizure and that i've been having partial seizures (no loss of conciousness) most of my life.
It's a lot to have tossed in your lap at once.
Anyways i'd had a fainting spell in the past (years ago) but had been told it was a simple fainting episode so I had NO idea. It's not like I knew I had them and drove anyways.
Now I get a citation in the mail with criminal charges of operating to endanger and disregarding marked lanes.
Criminal? Fucking OMG are you fucking kidding me?
I had NO FUCKING idea I had a pre-exsisting condition that might make me lose conciousness while driving. Like i'd do that with my kid in that car too.
I have nothing on my driving record. Nothing. Not even a speeding ticket. But now all of the sudden i'm charged with criminal behavior.
That's fucking fantastic.
You know, i've NEVER had an issue with cops ever and have always been treated fairly when ever i've had to deal with any. Fuck. My adoptive parents were both cops.
Now i've got a couple of assholes who seem to (maybe i'm over analyzing, maybe i'm just generally upset and stressed and freaking out) have it out for me because I had platform shoes in my fucking car.
Fuck!
As it stands i've been told by my doctors not to drive until i've been seen by both a neurologist and cardiologist and have a bunch of tests run. I can't get to work, fuck I can't even go buy milk.
I'm so fucking upset.
So now, now I get to add a court hearing to everything else going on.
*sigh*




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