Yes, I haven’t been posting. No, I haven’t abandoned blogging. No, I haven’t been well, haven’t had the energy to spare to divert to blogging, and yes, I’ve missed all of you. And yes, I hope to now start blogging regularly again.
And finally, no, I really don’t want to talk about how badly the last three months have sucked. But I had a real adrenalin moment today which sort of typifies and sums up our lives recently and thought I’d share…
I was driving to a doctor’s appointment this afternoon, not a surprising destination, as that’s practically the only place I drive to in my spiffy adaptive-assisted car that we bought last year (making this the first year in twenty years that I’ve been able to drive a car anywhere).
We have a few fairly busy streets in our area, and I was heading towards a major intersection of a main local road with a major county road. It is a very high traffic intersection, with lots of semi-trucks, and is controlled by a set of traffic lights, not stop signs.
So I’ve got the green light, and I’m tooling towards it with some guy way too close on my butt who is in an SUV yakking on his cellphone, with yet another guy in an SUV behind him.
As I look at the cross traffic coming towards the intersection (having had back in ancient history a great 1-week long defensive driving course that the DOT used to offer for free, which gave you a nice fat insurance discount on completion and taught us to never never trust: always verify what’s supposed to be happening) I go, “Uh, Judy, listen to your gut… something’s not right here….”
So I slow down, and Mr. SUV Cellphone behind me comes RIGHT UP on my bumper and is flipping me the bird and yelling, and the guy behind him is weaving into the left turn lane trying to decide if he’s going to (illegally) pass us both in the left lane at the intersection because I’m now going way too slow for him, and as I keep looking at the intersection I realize…
The semi and three cars coming on the cross street aren’t slowing down. At all. And they should be because it’s a RED LIGHT, right? After all, I have a green light, and it’s been green, not just changed to green.
So, trusting my gut thoroughly at this point, I hit the brakes and the semi and three cars on the cross street roar RIGHT THROUGH THE FREAKIN’ LIGHT. And I look up at “their” light and…
IT’S GREEN FOR THEM TOO.
Now, I look in the mirror because I haven’t been rear-ended, which surprised me as Mr. SUV was right on my rump (but remember, I’d been slowing down so that’s what probably warned the guy to pay a little more attention to driving and a little less to The Cellphone Conversation), and Mr. SUV has dropped his cellphone and, mouth agape, is obviously screaming (literally) “WTF!” …because if I hadn’t hit the brakes, he would have bought it along with me, by being broadsided by a semi and three cars, and he KNOWS it.
Can we say adrenalin rush? Because, hey, that was CLOSE.
I pulled completely off the road, and called 911. Told them what happened and they hustled the police out to handle the situation, and get it fixed.
Never, in all my life, have I encountered a traffic light that was green BOTH ways.
I never want to again.
It’s amazing what’s hiding in the ol’ subconscious that comes out in situations where you are a whisker away from dying. Remember, Oh Best Beloved, that I’ve lost two family members in the last nine years to two separate accidents involving big semis. So you know what? The first thing I yelled as that semi went barreling past wasn’t obscenities, an “OMG,” a prayer or anything else that I would have expected to come out of me.
You know what I yelled? Truly? Not making this up?