The Wreckage

I'm very drained. My folks and I just got back from the tow yard where my car is being stored. I went to go get all my personal belongings that I had neglected to bring with me post-accident, most important of all, my glasses and my house keys.

TIP: Take your keys after an accident. At the very least take all your non-car keys.

I really wish I didn't let that tow truck driver take my car because not only is it an additional cost, but it also is a company that is located in the opposite direction of my home. We had to drive to Etobicoke!

I sat in the back seat of my parents Corolla the whole trip, fussing over my pains, and trying to ignore my perma-headache. I will admit to feeling kind of nauseous as we drove along the same highway that I had my accident on just barely 14 hours prior. I forced myself to think calm, positive thoughts. That didn't work. I instead focused on my throbbing headache.... and that did the trick. It's true what they say about pain. If you want to ignore it, focus on something more immediately painful.

Anyhow, my folks at this point only could imagine what the car looked like based on my description. To be honest, I barely remembered what the damage was, or at least didn't want to. As soon as my parents saw the wreck, they both broke down in their own unique way. My mom sobbed uncontrollably, and my dad wanted to touch every mangled part of my car. As for me, I just hurt inside seeing my car, my baby, my only true asset, smashed up like that. It was true. She's gone.

For the morbidly interested, here are the photos I took for documentation purposes.

My crazy Dad wanted to pose for a photo with my car as a "souvenir". How insane is that? And I'm the one supposedly with head injuries? I took the photo anyway just to humour him. Then I spent some time alone in the driver's seat saying goodbye to my baby. I literally hugged the steering wheel farewell.

Driving home, we passed by the exact location of my accident. By that time, I was strangely detached.

"It's just a dented guard rail. It's just a piece of highway. Nothing special about it. It looks like every other part of the road. I almost died there. I didn't. I was lucky."

I guess now this whole thing is real for me.