After the Accident: A Whirlwind of Events

Apologies for being MIA. It’s been a long 2 weeks. It’s nearing the end of the semester so on top of taking care of my uncle and cousin, I’ve got a crap load of finals and projects due soon. Not to mention the fucking Awards Ceremony I’m in charge of hosting at the end of this week. This is gonna be a mess of a post.

Tuesday, after the accident was filled with me rushing around the city; going to the police station, taking the kid to a dentist, and stopping by Walgreens picking pain medication for the both of them. Okay written out it sounds really simple, but at the time, that basically took up my whole day. Since I only had 2 hours of sleep on Monday, Tuesday, I was able to get in a good 12 hours. When I was at the police station, I was foolish to think that getting a case report would be so quick and simple. Did you know it would take up to 10 days for them to get it to you? It came as a shock to me cause I thought they had that shit ready in their system and just needed to simply email the document to me, but no. I asked my friends about it and they very much responded with, “Well yeah it’s not a short process.” Interesting because when I was at the station, the lady working the front desk was able to pull it up super quickly. Why I had to wait another week and a half to actually get it? Who knows? Honestly it might be more about “waiting in line” since there’s a whole other handful of people that need their case reports before I do.

At the dentist, they said my cousin’s chipped tooth was too close a nerve. When the tooth got chipped, it was just the bottom half of her front bunny tooth, so the root is still all in tact. It just seems that too much of the bottom half broke off to where it’s getting a bit too close to her gums. The dentist wasn’t sure if it was better to do a crown or filling, so she referred us to a specialist instead. The dentist was able to get a small x-ray of my cousin’s teeth, but not enough, since every time the device was readjusted in my cousin’s mouth she would complain of the pain. I gave the specialist a call, but it seems that the office is being closed for a while due to the holidays coming up.

I got home around 8-ish, but couldn’t sleep. I had an exam the next day that I needed to start studying for. I just readjusted my cheat sheet which took a while and got maybe an hour of sleep in. After talking about it with the family on Tuesday, we decided we would want to press charges on the driver. I realized that when I went to the police station the other day, they didn’t even give me a chance to get any words out and rather cut me off, and told me to fill out a report request first.

Wednesday morning, I wanted to go back before my classes to question if I needed to wait the 10 days until the case report gets sent to me in order to begin pressing charges. Again, the police are no help and the lady at the front desk just tells me to leave my name and number, and that a police officer will contact me shortly. Side note: it took him 5 days just to email me. I leave the station and rush to my class where the exam was about to begin. The exam was difficult and I was a terrible student as always. Got 44% even with my cheat sheet. Fucking whatever. I had to wait on campus for another 3 hours since there was a group project due in a few days, and the members wanted to meet up beforehand. I used the time to work on the PowerPoint in the library, but was so tired that I ended up falling asleep in front of my laptop. It wasn’t until I got a Discord notification 30 minutes later from one of the group members that it shocked me awake and made me get back to work. Our meeting lasted until 5:30, where I promptly drove home and passed out in bed.

Thursday was Thanksgiving. The whole family was able to come back home; mom, aunt, and sister. We were planning to take the uncle and cousin back to the ER to get their x-rays due to a lack thereof on Monday, but figured the ER would be busy treating cooking burns since, again, it was Thanksgiving.

When my sister came home, she was acting like a total bitch as usual. She came home and instantly started ordering me around to get her everything I had from the accident. I wouldn’t have minded that too much since I understood everyone was on edge from this situation. Not to mention that my sister absolutely adores my cousin. My sister isn’t here everyday to see when my cousin is misbehaving and acting bratty, and every time my mom tries to explain it to her, my sister always defends my cousin by saying, “Well she’s just a kid what do you expect? You guys are probably too hard on her.” Fucking whatever, that’s a separate issue. It's only when my sister started criticizing how I handled the problem that it started ticking me off. Now, with a clear mind, I know that there were certain stuff that I should’ve reacted differently to, but in that moment everything was so chaotic. The instances where I should’ve fought harder for more x-rays of the two, or to press charges right then and there, rather than having to waste time in the following days to compensate for my incompetence. The accident was early in the morning where I was in a daze with a lack of sleep and couldn’t think straight with this bomb that just dropped on me. Obviously, if my dad and I the time to sit down and think about the situation for a few days as my sister did, we would’ve had the comfort to find the best solution for each event. I try explaining it to my sister that I did the best I could at that time but was tired since I had just 2 hours of sleep.

And her response?

“So?” This is where I had to tap out and retreat back into my room. Everyone in the living room was just blaming each other and I was too tired from the past few days. When my sister was in a city 2 hours away, talking all her shit saying, “I’m going to lawyer up… I’m gonna sue the fuck outta him… I’m gonna do this… I’m gonna do that… blah blah blah blah blah…” I was the one that was actually there and had to take care of them. She could say all the shit she wants to but she never “did” anything other than just run her mouth. And yet, I come back to just be criticized and blamed. I locked the door to my bedroom and just start bawling immediately. Pointless, I know, but it felt like I was doing so much just to be looked down upon. It’s not like I wanted them thank and praise me. Is it just too hard to be sympathetic? It’s just criticizing me after everything was like rubbing salt on a wound.

Anyways, next day Friday is when my sister takes my uncle and cousin back to the ER. I didn’t go with them, but this is what I heard from my mom. The doctors said that they didn’t take an x-ray of my cousin because she “seemed fine”. Even if she seemed fine, she took a hard hit to the ground and should still have x-rays taken to find any fractures. The hit was enough to chip her tooth and split her chin open, I think it’s not a far reach to think she might have some fractures. The doctor also said a CT scan wasn’t given for my uncle because he can talk and comprehend sentences. It isn’t until his speech starts slurring or when he can no longer understand what everyone’s saying that we should be worried. Even to me now, that excuse sounds like bullshit. The doctor said he could get some x-rays and CT scans in if we really want but it’ll take a couple of hours. After 45 minutes of waiting, my sister gets impatient and just leaves. She takes everyone home and comes back with nothing new. So much for all that shit she was talking. Saying she was gonna do this and that, just to give up after not even an hour.

The next few days are filled with no new progress. Sunday, I went shopping for the stuff I’ll be needing to host my Awards Ceremony thing. Monday, I went to school (and was when the officer finally emailed me pretty much saying, “What’s up?”). Tuesday, I went to school, took a quiz, and went to my club's storage unit to, again, gather things for the Awards Ceremony. And now, here we are on Wednesday. I have a presentation for one of my classes this afternoon. If anything, just wish me luck I guess.

TLDR: Eventful week filled with unhelpful people.

Also, for those that may think "this accident is about your uncle and cousin, why are you trying to make this all about you?" Y'all this is my DIARY about me and MY feelings. Of course this accident will hurt the other 2 more since they're the one's that had to go through it, but this is just MY side of things.