Even Steven: The Gift & The Curse
This evening I got home from work and went through my mail like I normally do – I was moderately pleased (strongly worded letter to follow, worry not friends) to see a letter of settlement from the insurance company of the woman that ran into me back into October – good, right? I’ll be able to pay for the bike I built as a replacement for the one she broke, right?
Wrong. The next piece of mail I got was from the tax man. Good news: my property value continues to rise. Bad news: my property taxes also continue to rise. The only two universal truths are death and taxes – so be it.
on January 26th, 2008 at 10:56 am
wanna trade? I got news my broken clavicle (from being hit July 27 by an unknown vehicle) is “no union”. The fractured ends healed over without healing together. Now I get to hurry up and wait for two months to see if another orthopedic surgeon is willing to try fixing it.
to rub salt in the wounds the investigating asshole claims to have witnesses who claim I fell and subsequently no collision report was made. investigating asshole cop was a belligerent bastard in the emergency ward the night of the incident badgering me about what I did for a living and cutting me off when I tried to relay events so he wouldn’t hear how it contradicted his witness statements. what an asshole. this is really fucked.
on January 26th, 2008 at 11:04 am
dude, that’s awful – i’m really sorry to hear that. email me and i can refer to the guy that i’ve been seeing – long wait times but he seems like a decent guy – maybe it’ll be worth giving his office a shout?
i should have made a point in my post; as annoyed by all this as i am – it could have been much, much worse and i am very lucky – both in terms of the injury and the subsequent bullshit.