Mab of Dream

Friends of the Heroes are having a February 29th Project, where 366 people each write about a day in their lives and it adds up to a year-long story covering the entire world (well, the entire internet world). If you want to be one of those people, please e-mail Rachel the co-ordinator. She'll then give you a date. You write roughly 300 words on your day, and it ends up in the Project.

I wrote about yesterday:

I only started my new job, at Aimhigher P4P, on Monday, and today was the Big Day where I was meeting all of the people I’d be working with – 30-odd VIPs. So off I started, bright and early, dressed up like a dog’s dinner.

At around 8.30am, I’d just came off the M54, waiting at the junction to turn onto the Stafford Road, and WHAM! A car drove straight into the back of me. The back of my car (Rebecca) is quite damaged, but the front of the other car wasn’t. More importantly, neither me or the other driver were seriously injured. I went to pieces and she was calm. Then mid-way through a ‘phone conversation with my Mum to find out what information we needed to exchange, the other driver went to pieces and I was calm for her. I don’t blame her; it’s a crap junction and there but for the Grace go all of us.

I drove off to work thinking, ‘I’ve got a bit of a headache…’ About half an hour on, I was thinking, ‘My neck’s a bit stiff…’ One peach flavoured Danish pastry, four talks, one computer fixing, one workshop and one posh dinner on (about five hours after the impact), my new boss, Viv Wylie, ordered me to go to hospital.

New Cross is a bugger to park outside, so I ‘phoned Mum and asked her that if I came home, would she drop me off at Casualty. She did, but there was a parking space, so she came in with me. 2-3 hours later, after neck x-rays to ensure I hadn’t broken anything, I was released with a diagnosis of a cervical neck sprain. I’ve got a gorgeous new necklace – it’s quite thick and my chin rests on it. :-D

It hurts like Hell, but I’ve got the Witchgrove people sending Reiki, energies, lighting candles and all the works, so I’m actually more pain-free than I’ve any right to be, and completely hyper-active. I’ve been reliably informed that tomorrow I’ll be seriously suffering.

Still, I got to see what the inside of my neck looks like and how many people can say that? LOL