On my way to have my surgery, it was 6:30am and pitch dark. I was traveling east in a hospital parking lot, when I saw a car coming on my left traveling south at a high rate of speed, and no lights on. She started to turn into my lane, still traveling fast. I hit the brakes, and beeped, and I turned slightly to the right to try desperately to avoid this crash, but I could see her head down, and she never looked up. Bam! We hit.
She gets out. I go to her, and look at her Mercedes. It looks like confetti. My car is scraped but no major damage. I go to the woman to comfort her, and she snubs me. She gets on the phone and ignores me as she makes calls. My daughter is screaming as she flashes back to an accident she and I got into in 2006 whereby, I ran her over when someone hit me from behind as she was leaning into my car to retrieve her books. I calm my hysterical daughter down, and I go back to my car to await the police.
Bottom line: This lying woman tells the police my 15 year old was driving. Liar! Why are people so evil? She just stood there and lied.
So I tell my story: I say I believe she was texting, and definitely speeding and not looking, and my daughter was in the back seat wearing her seat belt.
The cop took the report and left.
I go to the hospital shaken. They put the IV in my arm. The doctor asks how I am because of my accident. I tell him I'm fine, but have a spasm pain in my back from nerves. He cancels my surgery.
Life sucks! Liars suck!
I went home and fell asleep for three hours.