Yeah, well, I've got nothing for you today. My creative juices? They got sucked right out of my brain yesterday. My ability to put together a coherent thought, let alone write one of my usual run-on sentences? Zapped. Zippo. I've got an empty brain today.
Thank you, everyone, for all the support yesterday. Honestly, I appreciate it so much. I was wiped out from no sleep, but I swear I could feel the energy from you guys. The Internet is an amazing phenomenon, isn't it? Just try to tell me that you can't bond with people from all over the world you've never met. Bonds are happening, and friendships are formed that never could have been imagined ten years ago. It's fantastic.
Let's see, what can I tell you? My lawsuit did not settle yesterday, but it still might with two weeks to go until the trial date. There seemed to be a possibility of that by the end of the day. By the way, this is not a "get rich" lawsuit. This is a "get reimbursed for medical expenses and hopefully have enough for future care" lawsuit. There's a huge difference. I know some people get rich from car accidents, but I am not going to be one of them. Honestly, no amount of money could ever make up for what I've gone through or the dramatic changes that have resulted in my life.
Besides, if I was rich? The other rich people would never accept me. I wouldn't fit in. I'm too much of a smart ass.
All sorts of interesting blog-worthy events happened yesterday, but I can't write about much of it yet because the whole case is still pending. I will say, our judicial system is bizarre. I sat in one room with Mr. Shark. Down the hall in another room was Mr. Asshole (lawyer for the insurance company of the man who hit me). With Mr. Asshole was Ms. Bitch.
Asshole and Bitch were representing The Evil Insurance Business. Shark and I were representing the average everyday human. Mr. Mediator was a kind angel and I wanted to bring him home with me to hug every day. There was a lot of posturing and showmanship for the first four hours. The legal process is such a game. A chess game of a different sort. Periodically Asshole and Bitch would come to our room so they could yell at us or so Shark could yell at them. I think it really stressed out Mr. Mediator who wanted to keep everyone separated.
If it wasn't so stressful, it would have been entertaining. Primarily because Mr. Asshole is such an asshole. We all meet assholes all the time. But this guy? Honestly, he epitomizes the most extreme asshole anyone could ever meet. I wanted to take his picture, but if I pulled out my camera I think he would have slapped it from my hand. I can't risk anymore injuries so I left it in my purse. Shark earned my utmost respect when he actually started laughing at one of Asshole's tirades. Intimidation does not work on Shark I guess.
I got home in time to peel off my Fancy Lady Clothes and throw on my normal shorts, t-shirt, and flip flops as I raced PR off to baseball practice. TR successfully managed the school day rides for her brothers. PR and I got home around 8 p.m. from his practice, had a quick and light dinner and began filling out "first day of school" paperwork. There were no homemade cookies for the kids yesterday, but maybe I'll try to bake them next week. We survived the day, and that was a pretty decent accomplishment in itself.