Well… we chose to fix the car so we’re waiting for estimates on how much it will be to do so. Our mechanic tried to discourage us from it by telling us that it looked totalled, but we’re just going to see what we can do for it. I’m really irritated because the body people haven’t coordinated with the mechanics to look at the damage and I want my car back!!!!!!!!!!!

My hip got better and it’s flaring up again. I’m trying to ice it and take the pain meds I got but I might be back in the clinic tomorrow if it’s not doing a whole lot better. I can pretty much predict what my P.A. will say (ice it and keep walking) but there might be the off chance that he can recommend something better.

I haven’t blogged much because I haven’t had the mental energy to blog. Friday, I was inconsolably upset for most of the day. Saturday and Sunday, I didn’t want to blog about any of this because I was still spewing venom about the person who hit us and how unfair this is that it’s happening right now. Monday, I had to start dealing with insurance companies and paperwork. Right now… just updating so that people don’t think I’ve fallen off the face of the earth.

The car was declared a total loss by my insurance company. I asked them to give us the weekend to figure out if we wanted to just take the settlement or fix it ourselves.

Pray hard. I’m about to lose my mind.

Lately I’ve been winning battles left and right
But even winners can get wounded in the fight
People say that I’m amazing
Strong beyond my years
But they don’t see inside of me
I’m hiding all the tears

They don’t know that I go running home when I fall down
They don’t know who picks me up when no one is around
I drop my sword and cry for just a while
‘Cause deep inside this armour
The warrior is a child

Unafraid because his armour is the best
But even soldiers need a quiet place to rest
People say that I’m amazing
Never face retreat
But they don’t see the enemies
That lay me at His feet

They don’t know that I go running home when I fall down
They don’t know who picks me up when no one is around
I drop my sword and cry for just a while
‘Cause deep inside this armour
The warrior is a child

I drop my sword and look up for His smile
Because deep inside this armour
Deep inside this armour
Deep inside this armour
The warrior is a child
–“The Warrior is a Child” by Twila Paris