So, yesterday . . .

My mom and I were hit by a van yesterday as it was backing up (while trying to leave the hospital, of course). I am sore all over and sporting two stunningly awful bruises on my knees which have not stopped hurting.

My poor mother has a fractured nose, two black eyes, and stitches by her eyebrow. Because she wasn’t feeling bad enough already.

As it is, I can’t really stop and think for a minute without replaying the accident in my head. It feels surreal to even have to explain it.

I just give up. I’m not posting anymore here about things improving or being optimistic about 2010 because now it’s just going to be the year I got hit by a van. I’ve got nothing left, so I’m just going with the if you don’t have anything nice to say don’t say anything rule. Maybe then whatever curse has been put on my family will finally wear off.