Today has been a day.

At 5am I get up to get ready for work. Mom and dad are gone for a vacation, so I have no ride this early, it's either walking (not gonna happen) or ride my bike, which I've been doing the past couple days. Not too bad, about a 20 minute ride from my house to work.

But there are Severe Thunderstorms in our area, and even better, a Tornado Warning in my county while I'm cooking breakfast and making my lunch. And I have no poncho or anything of the sort. Worse, I can't find the number to call work to let them know I'll be late, since riding my bike in THAT kind of weather is something I don't really want to do.

But since I can't find it, and I don't want to leave them hanging without letting them know, I continue getting ready. Lucky me, the HEAVY rain has passed by the time I'm leaving the garage on my bike.

Ok, I'm wet, getting wetter by the minute, but it's okay. I'm leaving on-time at 6am, and oddly enough the rain is making me feel cooler so I'm not drenched in sweat (just drenched in rain instead).

20 minutes later I'm pulling into the parking lot at work. I hit a hill and start speeding up, and I see ahead of me cars at the intersection of a 4-way Stop sign spot.

I hit the breaks.

And I'm still going fast.

I pull harder on the breaks.

I'm not slowing down fast enough.

I turn the wheel hoping I can avoid the truck in front of me.

And I do! :)

And I see a car pulling out in front of me... :(

Oh no, this is gonna hurt.

I hit him, and I fly right up on his hood. *bam*

Then his windshield. *tumble*

Then his roof. *bump*

And finally rolling off on to the ground with a wet *THUMP*

I groan and lay there, the rain fairly heavy, it just 'plap'-ing on me, making me even more soaked. A moment later the driver is over me almost begging me that I'm okay. He pulls out his phone and dials 911 while I lay there thinking 'Ow...can I get up?' *lean two inches* 'nope, I can't. oww... maybe my hand can help push?' *lean three inches* 'nope...ow'

The guy is telling the operator where we are, and not but ten seconds later I see the flashing of red and white lights. EMT is already there (by happenstance they were some 4 cars back and watched me tumble)

I finally find the strength to sit up and just that much took all my strength. Everything hurts, but nothing hurting to any real extreme.

The medics help me up, get me on a stretcher and inside the ambulance. I answer their questions, they check me real quick, and I decline going to the hospital (I couldn't afford it in any way/shape/form) since I'm only aching, nothing is broken. Luckily, my backpack (holding my lunch, uniform and spare water bottle) absorbed most of the impact, so I didn't really hit my back, it just smooshed my clothes/backpack/lunch bag instead of hitting hard pavement.

They drop me off at the front door of my job, and one of the assistant managers is there when the door opens.

I slooooowly stand up, and hobble my way out of the ambulance, bruised and aching, but okay. I sit back down inside the main doors (but before the anti-theft alarm post-thingies) and wait for the police to show up. He does, takes our info, and tells me I'm lucky; the Stop Sign is on private property, or he could give me a ticket for running a stop sign. He gives me a copy of the incident report number, and heads on his way.

I stand up, again, slowly, and the Assistant Manager asked if I'll even be okay enough to work. I tell him "Oh yeah. I'm aching, and I'll be slow today, but I can do it." he shakes his head tells me "I think you should go home and rest." he wouldn't stop me if I really want to work, but he wants me to go home. I hobble towards my bike, and in those few steps I ache even more and my headache gets worse. Reluctantly, I agree and tell him I'll rest for the day.

After I tell him I can get a ride home, he tells me he'll put a note on my bike and park it in the back of the building so it'll be safe.

So, after a short wait at the front door, my immediate supervisor walks by. We say 'hi' to each other and she asks if I'm alright. Considering I got run over, I'm doing fairly okay. She's shocked at what happened and hopes I'll be okay. Told her that I'll be sore for the next few day, but I'll be okay otherwise.

Yamato shows up, and I explain what happened (I didn't tell the whole story over the phone, anticipating a panic rush to get to me, so I only said "I need you to come get me", which made a minor panic thinking I was fired). Worried tears happen, and I say I'm okay, just bruised and aching.

We get home, I get out of my soaking wet clothes (even my undies were soaked!) and get some dry ones. I lay on the bed for a bit, but I'm still wide-awake from the adrenaline. Find some old hydrocodone for the pain, and that helps out immensely.

Everything aches, and turning my head quick hurts, and leaning to and fro on my arms to get out of bed hurts, but nothing is broken or any other major injuries.

But geeze, this hurts....