Bad drivers are a pain in my ass, literally

I apologize for my lack of posts this week, but I have a really, really good excuse. I was hit by a car. Seriously.

I was crossing the street to hop in my Chevy Cavalier and head to a debate watch party when I was hit by a car, after which I hit the ground where I had to remain face down (in a really cute outfit) until I was rushed to the hospital.

The bad news is, well, I was hit by a car. But the good news is “get hit by a car,” “ride in an ambulance” and “be rolled around on a gurney,” are pretty cool items to add to my fall of firsts list.

And obviously, I’m okay. I took a few days off but decided to come back to work today. The car actually collided with my ass (hence the title of this post) which I think saved me. The docs at the emergency room didn’t find any broken bones or serious injuries, just contusions. But I was warned that I’d be sore, very sore, for days, possibly weeks. And they weren’t kidding. It hurts to laugh, sneeze, sit, stand, walk, talk and even lie down. And if you want me to turn my head, forget about it. I have to see my primary care physician next week, so let’s keep our fingers crossed that nothing inside was knocked out of place.

And I’m sure this will all make for a great column for Velocity Weekly in a couple of weeks, so stay tuned…