My Mom's Very Much So Dead Car

I feel so, so much better today. I took a hot bath this morning, so now my hair has been washed, combed, and put into pigtails instead of being the nasty tangled mess it was after the accident. And I'm back into my favorite PJ bottoms. Don't get me wrong, the scrubs from the hospital were comfortable, but it just makes me feel better to wear these. Now that I feel clean and refreshed, I'm feeling ten times better. I even picked up my room, and my mom changed my sheets and made my bed for me. It's good to be in a clean bedroom again. And yes, I can now hobble around without any help almost as fast I could walk before the accident. I should be able to walk decently in a few more days, thought it will be a good week or two before all the pain disappears and I can walk my normal speedy pace. I still have marks from the cuts on my face, but those will heal in time. So will the bruises on my legs and arms. I'll be good as new in time.

So we have pictures of the car now. My dad took the digital camera to the junkyard this morning. Now that I've finally seen what the car looked like, I'm even more thankful to be alive. (I didn't remember the wreck or what the car looked like afterward.) It is dead. D-E-A-D. And it is not coming back. Ever. I completely annihilated the thing. Geez. I was so close to dying. Freaky stuff.

My lunch box latch was broken, my apple and peach dessert was turned to mush, the powder in my compact shattered and got all over my other makeup, my chapstick broke in half, a shard broke off of my six-inch ruler, and the ink part came out of the base of my peach marker. All of that stuff was in my backpack on the driver's side of the back seat. I was very lucky to make it out of that wreck alive. Very lucky. Thank you, God.