I don’t want to launch into a procedural about all that happened in the ensuing hour, but suffice it to say that it involved calling police and the insurance company; it involved emptying the car of our belongings, particularly since the car appears to be totaled and we may never see it again; it involved filing a police report and shivering in a darkened doorway while the police sat in their car, methodically filling out paperwork; and it involved dealing with the appalling indifference of the man who blew through the stop sign. He never once asked us how we were, nor did he offer anything resembling an apology, or even regret, about what had happened. When the police arrived, they had to get insistent that he stop talking on his cell phone while they were trying to interview him. He spoke with a definite Slavic accent of some sort, and his English was quite good when it was time to talk about his insurance, but it somehow became very limited when the questions about the accident got difficult for him.
The days to come will tell us a lot more about what’s going to happen with regard to insurance companies and determining the ultimate fate of the Ford Focus. For me personally, let me first state that it is about 10 hours since the accident as I write this, and I still don’t appear to be injured, though I’m told that I may be a little sore when I wake up in the morning. Based on how I feel at the moment, that seems plausible; I might even say likely. One additional factor that I had to deal with right away is that I had a performance of Tony n’ Tina’s Wedding tonight, and I had to quickly determine whether I was in any kind of shape to do the show, physically as well as mentally. It must be said that I had a shock reaction to this accident that I had no ability to control. I could feel a sort of shock hitting me soon afterward, and a tumultuous progression of emotional and physical reactions were played out. They included wanting to run, wanting to cry, and even feeling as if I were going to hyperventilate. I think most of this had to be due to the jolt of adrenaline that doubtlessly shot into my system. I was still feeling some of those effects over 3 hours later during my show, and it had the result of making concentration a little challenging, particularly during long speeches. But I think I’m glad I went ahead and did the show. I think it was good to get right back into a familiar routine, as a counterbalance to the extremes forced upon me by the accident.
So that was my little ordeal. I’ll keep everyone posted on any significant developments, and I will wish this one wish for myself: that my New Year’s Eve may be far less eventful than my New Year’s Eve Eve!