Bus Accident

We had a very interesting morning today.

After we crossed a main street and headed for school, there was a very large BANG.  Low and behold, a driver got stuck in the  middle of the intersection and the bus took out half her car (as he was turning left). It doesn’t matter that there are 2 HUGE signs before and at the intersection warning people “DO NOT BLOCK INTERSECTION”.  Serves her right that her car got crushed.  Maybe next time she will be more careful.  The current crossing guard doesn’t even walk into the intersection because he fears for his life.

Every morning, me and Frick and Frack have to dodge traffic to get to the other side because people are in such a rush… for what.? … there is no where to go (except Tim Hortons)!  I have phoned the traffic officers and spoke to our local MP and the officer at our last community association meeting about this intersection and no one has been around giving out tickets.  So I phoned the police and MP’s office and gave them an earful.  There will be cops out there tomorrow.  I asked them what they were waiting for, some kid to get hit by a car.  No one has been out there since the beginning of school  That bus was FULL of KIDS (1/2 of them were from my children’s daycare).  That cop had better be there tomorrow or they are going to get some media attention when I phone City Pulse instead.

I ran to the school to inform them that their bus got into an accident.  Frick’s Gr. 2 teacher came back to the bus with me and we unloaded the kids and got them across the street.  They seemed fine.

After I blasted our MP’s office and the Police, I phoned “The Big Box Company” and gave them an earful too.  I want COMPENSATION for the H*** you have put me through in the last 3 months.  And yes, my washroom still isn’t completely done.  The second contractor screwed up by using up all the wood for the crown molding for the top of the linen closet.  He didn’t cut it right.  It will now be another 6 WEEKS to get the wood.  Do you believe it?  I also wanted to know how I was going to get compensated for the ceiling the first contractor destroyed in the laundry room.

I got 2 messages from someone else at the Big Box Company while I was at work today (a new guy they have hired to fix my ceiling).  Sometimes complaining gets you everywhere in life.  That compensation package better be worth something for the aggravation they have put me though.  If they give me something rinky dinky like a $100 gift certificate from The Big Box Company,  I’m going to park my butt outside the doors and hand out 5,000 flyers about my experience with them.  I think I will call the media for that too.

If it comes to that, I will email my note to you so you can help me edit it.  I will also be looking for volunteers to bring me coffee, food or just for a good time while I smear The Big Box Company at their front entrance.

Maybe I should shave my head for the occasion. I’ll print “The Big Box Company Sucks” on the back on my head.  ‘Cept I don’t know if Anna will let me come to school with that.  I will have to wear a hat, I think.


Bike Accident

Yesterday I got hit by a bike.

I’d sue…  but the driver was my daughter.

I’m not quite sure how she did it, but let me tell you, I went FLYING!  She somehow managed to trip me from behind with her tire.  (This will teach me not to walk in front of her while she is riding her bike).

I think I would have been okay, had I not been carrying 2 children’s backpacks over my good arm.  As I tried to brace myself for the fall, my fingers (and wrist) went backwards from the weight of the backpacks.  So I essentially landed on my face and my bad hand.  Lucky for me I didn’t scratch my hand or I could have a bigger problem (lymphedema).  That apparently happens when you cut yourself and you get an infection because the lymph nodes in your arms don’t work properly.

As I lay pitifully on the ground staring at the curb, my kids were wailing louder than me.  You would have thought I was dead, the way they carried on.   I was in shock.   One minute, I was walking, the next minute I’m on the ground!  And my right fingers/hand were killing me.  Scrapped both my knees too.

Thankfully, we had just left Michelle’s house and were nearby. Her kids ran to get help.  Both Michelle and her husband came a-running soon thereafter.  They were greeted by my hysterical kids.  Frack kept telling Frick that she killed me.  It took a while for Michelle’s husband to calm the down.  Michelle got me some ice and her husband helped me up.  I hobbled to her car and we were all driven home.  The bikes stayed at Michelle’s house.  I will never let Hope ride her bike behind me again!

We went to Swiss Chalet for dinner because I really wasn’t in the mood to cook.  Once there, I ordered a white wine with my 1/4 chicken dinner hoping it would make me feel better.  And it did.  I would have had something stronger ‘cept I’m not suppose to have alcoholic beverages with my medication Tamoxifen.  I wasn’t suppose to have that coffee and carrot cake either, but sometimes you just gotta do what you just gotta do.

Today, I woke up feeling awful.  Every bone in my body was aching.  I think I’d better listen to the doctor and work just the 3 hours and GO HOME.  I’ve been staying later to do some planning and photocopying and my shoulder has been killing me.  I’m not sure what the cause is, but I think it’s because I have been writing on the chalkboard.  I’ve been soaking in the tub every night and using my Dr. Ho muscle massager/muscle zapper.  That usually does the trick, but not this time.   Tomorrow, I’ve got an appointment with a massage therapist!  I hope it works.