Last night my mom was about 30 miles north of Sacramento at about 6:00PM traveling south to come home when traffic stopped. SHE stopped but unfortunately, the guy in the Chevy truck behind her did not. It was an old Chevy truck. The kind that are made with steel forged from a mountain of Gods. The kind that can hit a car that’s rolling at about 5-10 MPH at almost full freeway speed and drive away practically unscathed. So, a tank.
He swerved last minute to miss my mom and took out her drivers side rearend, pushing her into the car in front of her, and finally coming to a stop about 4-5 car lengths in front of her on the left shoulder. Thank God he had the presence of mind to swerve. Had he hit her full force at that speed, she’d probably be seriously injured.
AAA towed her the 130 miles back to San Jose and I met them at the Ford dealership to drive her home. She tried to convince me she’d just call a cab!! AS IF! She seemed okay. A little shook up, still pretty much in shock, but okay. I tried to convince her to let me take her to the hospital to get checked out but she said she just wanted to go home. BUT! She promised me that as soon as she had a rental car today she’d drive over to Kaiser.
As soon as I got her first call after the accident, I completely lost my appetite. Part of the reason I insisted on going to pick her up was because I knew I wouldn’t be able to eat or sleep till I knew she was okay. As soon as I got out of the car I walked up to her and gave her a big, long hug. It scared me. It was one of those reminders to hug your mom more often.
When I called this morning she said her shoulder is a little sore and she has a headache but she’s promised me that Kaiser trip again as soon as she gets her rental car.
I ended up grabbing some McDonalds after I dropped her off and ate it at around midnight. BIG MISTAKE. My belly is pissed. So now I’m off to consume obscene amounts of coffee to try to stay awake for the next 6 hours…
All pics: here.