noodle

I was 17, driving my not-so-cool 1979 Plymouth Volare out of the parking lot of my favorite health food store. I made the left turn towards the turn lane and per all accounts, some jackhole in a gold 1979 beemer came out from behind a pickup truck doing well over the 55 mph speed limit and t-boned me. 200 feet of skidmarks and the damage to the car (and me) indicated that he was doing around 65 at impact. Some duded broke out the rear windshield and held my head still. Had I not had my seatbelt on, I'd have slid across the bench seat and broken my neck on the passenger side door. The steering column broke and crashed downward and the front bumper of the beemer pushed in from my left and the force broke the ring off the bottom of my pelvis. It was lovely. And I got a $66.66 ticket for failure to yield right of way.

The second time I'd had a sore throat for several weeks and just thought it was laryngitis. Didn't have a doctor in Orlando as I was just there for grad school. Woke up one Sunday morning and was having trouble breathing, felt like I was choking on something. Started coughing and realized that my throat had cracked open and was bleeding. A friend got me to the hospital which promptly took a bloody swab and the ORMC assholes let me sit there for three hours because they lost my strep test. With my throat bleeding and swollen from what they actually determined was strep. One dose of penn and a nap and I was breathing fine.

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