Welcome to blog Tuesday, wherein I blog on Tuesday’s no matter what. Since I’m super wiped out from the past couple weeks, on top of chronically ill life as we know it, I’m going to keep this one short and sweet. I thought I’d take a few minutes to share what’s been going on at my house lately, but first the following Myalgic Encephalomyelitis (ME / MECFS) awareness message from ME Action to help spread awareness for Severe ME Day on August 8th, and then I’m going to jump right into it:
“… August 8th, is Severe ME day. Today is a day of remembrance, when we think of those whom we have lost to ME. Severe ME Day is August 8th because that was Sophia Mirza‘s birthday. Her death in 2003 was one of the first in which cause of death was listed as myalgic encephalomyelitis.
For the 25% of ME patients whose presentation is severe — which translates to hundreds of thousands of individuals around the world — every day is Severe ME day. Every day demands that the severe patient limit his or her exposure to the outside world, locking out light and noise. Something as everyday as the sight of a checkered shirt can overwhelm the senses, and it’s a challenge, or even impossible, to read this sentence. But despite their physical isolation, it is vital and morally imperative that these patients know we stand with them, to help them in whatever way we possibly can.”
Friday before last I was wrapping up a visit at the cardiologist office and had a weird feeling, like a stomach drop. If you’re a mom, you know that gut feeling when you know something is off in the universe. I immediately checked my phone – 1 missed call from my son… Friday’s he works his full-time job and then rushes to his part time job, and he never calls during that rush, so I just knew something wasn’t right. Got out to the car, called him, or he called me, I can’t remember, and could hear he was on the side of the road. The conversation went like this, “Mom, I’m okay. I’m OKAY, mom, but my car is totaled. She ran a red light and plowed into me.” At this point I had tears forming, my gut was totally wrenching and all I wanted to do is get to him ASAP. I needed to see him, I needed to know that his whole person was okay and that he was not just saying he was okay. Unfortunately, he was at least an hour from where I was with heavy Friday night traffic, not to mention I was already exhausted from the cardiology appointment. UGH.
At this point, my son had already called AAA, the tow truck was in route, he was not hurt, she was not hurt, he’d gathered all her information, and had gotten the phone number of a third-party witness. The only issue left to address was her honesty – my son was turning left on a green, and she was going straight through the intersection and was insisting she had a green light. She barreled into him doing at least 40MPH, but there were no skid marks; she made no attempt to swerve into the other available lanes, or stop, it didn’t add up. (We’re thinking she was probably looking at her phone, but we’ll never know.) For an entire week, we sat in limbo waiting for the insurance companies to decide who was at fault, and finally her insurance called my son’s third-party witness, who verified that my son had a green light, and that she barreled into him, spinning his car around. Her insurance called an hour later and confirmed she was at fault. Phew. Having his insurance premiums go up for an accident that was not his fault would have been incredibly unjust. On top of all that his insurance company was only providing a rental car for two weeks. So, he had two weeks to get new financing, find a new car, and all the while working two jobs. Not to mention phone call after phone call to the insurance companies, body shop, and car dealerships. It was A LOT. However, he persevered and I’m happy to say that last Saturday, the day after his 23rd birthday he purchased a new-to-him car. It’s the same type of car, just one year newer. My advice to you if you are a driver – get a dash cam. They’re reasonably priced and protect you in a variety of circumstances.
The most disappointing part from of all that, aside from the other driver’s honesty challenges, was that my son worked very hard to buy the car, his first car, only a year and half ago. He researched reliability, safety, longest lasting engines, all that important stuff (meanwhile my last criteria for my car was I wanted white with tan interior). He loves cars and this was his first car, his baby, and in the blink of eye, it was all gone. I will say that despite all of that, the best part of it all, is that he’s okay. His neck is sore and he’s still a little shaken, but thankfully his physical person is okay. He was also wise enough to purchase GAP protection, and is now an expert at handling the total loss of a car
So, with that all that thankfully behind us, we look to the future. This Thursday, Severe ME Awareness Day💙, is also my birthday 🌸. I thought I would dread it, another year passing me by where chronic illness kept me from being present in my life as I wished, but you know what? I don’t feel that way. I’m happy and feel blessed to be here. I’m happy I get the chance at another year. The older I get the more I realize, life is fragile and precious, and each day is truly a gift. So, this year I’m going to spend my birthday in the spirit of thankfulness, and maybe with a little See’s chocolate sprinkled in.
Thank you for joining me today on my rambles, a few more of my little watercolors below (some are older). Hoping your week brings you some good smiles, funny meme’s, or whatever makes you happy.