The Accident Diaries III

I would like to have a moment of silence in loving memory of my car: a red Renault Megane Sedan (2005)

*deep sigh*

Yesterday was a really sad day for me because I was informed that my car has been written off as irreparable. When I first read the text I didn’t really react because shit happens, but then when I really thought about it, I realized I adored that car a lot more than I ever knew.

A sort of weird feeling came over me. First of all, I had never really admitted that it was my car until I received the bad news. My dad had never actually said the words “this is your car” but I mean lets face it: I learnt how to drive in that car and I had been driving it ever since I got my driver’s licence on my 18th birthday in 2010. I had even converted a little corner of the boot into a mini wardrobe. I have soooo many memories from good travels in that car that I will probably never forget for as long as I live. I feel like I’ve lost a child. I loved that car unconditionally, even through all the breakdowns when it’s battery died and it failed me, I stuck by it.

For a first car, it was pretty awesome, and I’ll be eternally grateful for the privilege of owning such an amazement. I don’t think I’ll ever feel this way about a car ever again until I own one that I actually bought. This sucks! I can’t believe I’m never gonna see it again.

They say you never know what you had until it’s gone. Thing is, I knew exactly what I had, and it saddens me to know that I have to part with it. The uncertainty of whether or not I’ll have something that good again is kinda killing me. Bleh.

*sheds a tear* Well, farewell my love 😦 Maybe the car angels be with you. Rest in peace and stuff. You will hold a special place in my heart forever.



The Accident Diaries II

I’m making a lot of emotional progress with regards to this whole accident thing, which I’m quite proud of, if I may say so myself.

This past Sunday, my dad had to go to the Gautrain station in Hatfield because he had to go away for work, which obviously meant that I had to drive him there. Seeing as I had not driven at all since the accident, the thought of driving made me want to throw up. I really did not want to drive, and anyone who knows me well knows that if I do not want to do something that I do not have to do, I WILL NOT do it. Buuuut obviously I could not say no, so with a little motivational help from a tweep (@BusiDh1), I got behind the wheel and took the great first step to conquering my fear *Neil Armstrong voice*.
The minute I took off, I really felt like throwing up, but then I thought about how my dad had told me the previous night to “get over it” so yeah, I could not exactly start decorating his steering wheel with my breakfast. The drive to the station was not so bad because the conversation I was having with my dad distracted my thoughts most of the way, except for the part where the traffic lights at the Duncan street/Pretorius street intersection were not working (my biggest nightmare — EEK!). 
The drive home was a lot worse. I was over-thinking EVERYTHING! It felt like my driver’s licence test all over again. To top it all off, the traffic lights at the Schoeman street/Grosvenor street intersection were not working either. Like really?! -___-
Anyway I think it’s safe to say I drive like an old lady now 🙂
In other news, I really want my car back! I don’t know where it is or how long it is going to take to repair it (to be honest I have not bothered asking), but this life of using my Chevrolegs is not for me 😥
Hopefully it’ll be back in my possession soon!

The Accident Diaries

As strong as I’m trying to be about this whole accident thing, it has not been easy, both physically and emotionally.

For the past 2 days my neck was in an incredible amount of pain to a point where I considered wearing my brother’s old neck brace. I was constantly feeling nauseous and I never really felt like eating (not that I ate much before). I have been trying to eat though because I have to take my medication with/after having a meal. However, on Sunday night, I spent a good 10 minutes throwing up what felt like everything I had eaten since the accident 😦 My dad gave me some medication to control the nausea, which seems to have prevented my insides from coming out, but has not settled the feeling. Since then I have been living off liquids and soft solids (outchea feeling like a toothless invalid).

Emotionally, I’m kind of a mess. I am learning to appreciate life and it’s little blessings a lot more now, but on the flip side, this damn thing is haunting the hell out of me! It keeps replaying in my head over and over again, particularly when I try to mentally prepare myself to MAYBE start driving again. I’m also stressed out because my exams start on Thursday, and I’m trying to work out a transport situation. I actually hate that this happened to me.

My neck is still in some pain and I still feel a little nauseous, but it’s a lot more bearable now than it was over the past few days. 

Today I have been in a GREAT mood though! However, I would be in a much better mood if someone who loves me so dearly, would be so kind as to buy me a doughnut and bring it to my house soon 🙂


Airbags, Insurance & God’s Mercy

At about 07:30 AM today, I was involved in a car accident on the corner of Schoeman street (a 4 laned one-way street) and Hill street in Pretoria. I was driving my brother to school and we were going down Hill street when I realized the traffic lights weren’t working so I stopped. As expected, some cars went by so I waited for my opportunity to cross the street. Most of the next bunch of cars stopped recognizing that I had the right of way, so I proceeded.
Suddenly I felt a huge bang and I was really scared so I closed my eyes. When I opened them, my car had spun 90 degrees and the front part was sort of on the pavement. We had been hit by car on my side (luckily it hit the back door). My initial instinct was to look to my left and see if my brother was okay. In that moment, I prayed that I wouldn’t see his body lying on the road having flung out of the car window. He was unharmed and swiftly got out of the car and stood on the pavement. My next instinct was to call my dad. I told him where we were and he said he’d be there as soon as he could. At that point I was surrounded by police, ambulances, tow trucks and witnesses. I realized what had just happened and I wept uncontrollably.
I did not want to get out of the car, but the lady who was comforting me insisted I get out to determine if I needed any medical assistance. As I was getting out of the car, my head rubbed against the airbag that protected my head against the glass and I thought: “The damage … how bad is it?” I was honestly way too scared to look. My dad had trusted me with that car for years now and I didn’t want to lose that trust. I took a few steps back from the car and looked at it. The whole right side of the car was completely damaged and the sight caused me to burst into tears.
After collecting business cards from witnesses and being hounded by EMTs, my dad arrived. He collected all the information he needed to claim from insurance and sorted out the towing situation while I gave my statement to the police. After that he gave me a big hug and I started crying, AGAIN. 
We took my brother to school and then we went  to the hospital so that I could get checked out. On the way to the hospital I told my dad that I have always been a cautious driver. He said “I know, but no matter how cautious you are, accidents happen. I’m just glad that God kept you both safe.” At the hospital, they determined I was fine after a series of tests and x-rays and stuff. They prescribed something for the pain I was in due to shock, and we went home.
After texting my mum, I took some of the medication and went to sleep. When I woke up, I found my dad in the kitchen and he seemed really … weird. He expressed how he grateful he was that we were okay and that he realized that in one accident, he could have lost both his children and that he would’ve been all alone in life with nothing much to live for. When he said that my heart shattered. He also told me that he thinks my brother is not doing well emotionally so I went to my brother’s room to check on him. When I got there, I found him lying in bed in the dark, staring at the ground. The state he was in made me cry. If anything had happened to him, I would never forgive myself. I realized that as much as I dislike him a times, we only have each other. I realized how much he truly means to me.
Me and my brother
Only God knows how grateful I am to be alive today! Like your life literally flashes before your eyes, I don’t think I’ve ever been that scared in my entire life! My faith in God has definitely strengthened through this. I sure as hell won’t be driving anytime soon (not unless I REALLY have to). I am still in a bit of pain from the shock to my body, but physically I’m fine. Emotionally, well, I’m still dealing with that. The whole thing haunts me. I’m really lucky though, and I’m counting my blessings and all that. Life’s looking preeetty great from where I’m standing! 
Thank you to all my friends and family for all the love you’ve shown me. I really appreciate it!
God Bless

P.S A public apology to everyone who spoke to me face to face this morning as I hadn’t brushed my teeth yet when the accident happened. Heehee!