If you’ve been wondering why I hadn’t updated this blog sooner, here is a clue: I’m dusting myself all over again.
What happened was, on the evening of the day after Christmas 2017, I was involved in a traffic accident in a busy Southern Orange County road. It was a car-versus-pedestrian kind of collision. Yup. I was the pedestrian in that conflict.
I was cautiously crossing the major road, the green light in my favor, when suddenly a formidable object, which turned out to be a Grand Marquis, swiped my back left shoulder and tossed me like a rag doll. Hey, I’m only a svelte 112-pound senior babe. I thought, OMG I have been hit! Next thing I knew I was in a cobra yoga position, raising my bloody face from the hard asphalt pavement, determined to get the culprit’s license plate number in case the accident was a hit-and-run situation. It happens when the blogger has seen too many True Crime TV stories. And then it dawned on me: This is absolutely amazing, quite incredible, and super fortunate. I have my wits! I live to tell the tale! I was shocked.
An ambulance ride ensued. Later the sheriff interviewed the driver, who did not hit and run, a witness, and me. It became abundantly clear that the accident was a liability issue against the driver. According to my research later, the insured driver is a US doctor of Middle East origin. Why can’t I stay away from doctors?
I’d like to tell the story in excruciating detail but it is best to keep my mouth shut while lawyers from both sides are hashing things out.
Thank you for your interest. I’ll keep you posted.