My lucky day and My G.A.

Okay, so you all know how I really don't like to give actual names on this site. I really don't. I think people's privacy is important, and I respect the fact that some people don't want their names to be plastered all over the internet.

But. . . I think I can make an exception. Besides, it's not like anyone I don't know reads this blog right now, so I think It'll be safe. It'll be awhile before I actually get this blog into the medical blogosphere, so for now, I'm going to just go for it.

Denise Newhouse is heaven sent. She really is. I've suspected as much for some time now, and last night, it was confirmed. She is My Guardian Angel.

Last night, whilst driving home from my evening scripture study class, I ran head first into the most gigantic pothole in South Carolina. Not kidding. I really truely do beleive that it's the biggest. Now, usually, I avoid said pothole. I do. I know where it is. But last night, I forgot it was there, and to even further my plight, it was filled with water. I might as well have crashed into the kiddie pool at the neighborhood pool. That's how big it was. Big enough that it took out the whole bottom front of my car, and bumped my wheels pretty bad, too.

I stopped immediatly. Luckily, I wasn't too far away from class, and I had been the first to leave. So surely, somebody would see me and come to my aide. I saw Navy Nurse's car. He passed right by. I saw Best Buddy's car. She passed right by. In my distress, I grabbed my phone. After a quick prayer for help, I called mom. She quickly transferred the conversation over to dad.

The bad thing about being me, is that all of the emotions I hold in during the week, come out when I start to cry. I'm fine when no one's around. It's easy to bottle things in when you're alone. But when there's someone who's willing to listen. Someone who cares about you and wants to know what's wrong, the tears pour down like rain. And honestly, I am sorry about the country music-like phrase, but really, I swear, it's the only crying simile that came to my head.

Anyway, I was in the middle (actually, I was more like three or four words into it) of explaining my plight to Mom, when all of the sudden, that hot feeling came to my face, and my windpipe constricted, and I stopped breathing. I hate crying when I'm trying to explain what's happening. I sound something like this: "sob sob gasp I wahhhhhh breath I quivering lip sharp intake of breath I was gasp sob breath in I's going home waaaaaaaaahhhhhhh gasp gasp and like whimper boooohooohooooo"

So as you can see, it's more confusing to understand me when I'm crying. Way more confusing. So after sobbing to mom for a while and then sobbing to dad, there is a knock on my window. Denise Newhouse. She saw me on her way and decided to turn around. Now, as bad as I am over the phone when crying, it's about 5x worse when there's an actual person there with two whole shoulders, and always wiling to let me cry on either one. I picked the left one. I told my Dad to hang on, and explained - fighting the tears the whole time (they won) - what had happened. I let her and dad listen to the rattling sound the car made when I turned it on. Dad decided that it was okay for me to try to drive the car home, so I told Denise what he decided. She decided to follow me home the whole way.

Weird stuff was happening on the way home. The car was making weird noises. I had trouble with turning the wheels. Later than that, when I would put my foot on the gas, the rpm would go up, but not the mph. I had been going slow before, but by the time I got to my neighborhood, I stopped on an uphill. The car couldn't make it no matter how I revved the engines. The battery light was on the whole time. I'm glad Denise followed me into the neighborhood, because she was able to give me a ride the rest of the way home. I thanked her for her help, and hugged her. Mom thanked her for looking after me, and she was on her way.

Denise Newhouse is my hero. I don't think she beleives me when I tell her, but she is. She's been here for me since I moved here. No matter what. I'm thankful for her friendship, and her compassion, and the guidance she has given me throughout the years. It's almost like having another mom, but part-time, and without the "momming" that you get with your full-time mom.

Anyway, once I was home, I was trying to get Dad to go look at the car. Mom told us to take Big Brother with. Apparently, he didn't know that anything had happened. So when I asked him to come with to get the car, he asked what had happened. I tried to explaining, but apparently, that feat is undoable unless I bawl my eyes out. I don't want to cry in front of Big Brother! I covered my face with my elbows (it makes sense when you know that my hands had been behind my head.) and start yet another battle with my tears.

Then, the most amazing thing happened. One of the rarest things in the world showed itself. I had thought it was extinct, but apparently, it only comes out when it needs to. What is this wild and untamed specimen?? What is this thing that only shows itself once a year, maybe even only once in a few years. A hug from Big Brother. A genuine hug. An actual show of compassion and love that doesn't manifest itself in the form of quality time and video games.

I think that really did kind of make up for the fact that I had just ruined the car. Well, to me at least. I don't think a hug from Big Brother would take away Dad's feeling about the whole thing.

I digress.

We went and looked at it, and Dad saw that the car was leaking transmission fluid. And, apparently, the pothole scraped off some kind of electrical soemthing also, so I'm pretty glad right now that I didn't blow up. That would've stunk big time.

I don't think I went away completely unharmed, though. I must've done something to hurt my back, because my back is killing me. Around my left shoulder. It starts under my scapula and goes from about T-2 through T-8. It's killing me. I still have to go to school, unfortunately. But at least it's a holiday where cute boys give me things.

I will be soooo angry if I go to school and don't get anything good. That'll be a waste. I would've stayed home today except for that.

I should probably see a doctor about my back, but I never get to go to the doctor. Sam's been about twice so far this year. I haven't been since back around fall of 2006.

Oh well, I guess things will work out.