Hit by a flippin' tree!

I feel like a magnet. 2 police reports in 1 week. The 1st was for the purse being stolen. The 2nd was for theTREE that launched off of a truck into my car while driving 60 mph on the interstate near the rental house in Indy.

Seriously?

Seriously. A lot of "f" bombs were dropped. Thankfully, the guy stopped to make sure we were OK. He was in the lane to my right and I was in the process of passing him as the tree trunk rolled off the back, hit the pavement, bounced, and headed straight for my VW convertible beetle. Thankfully, I was able to jerk the car to the left to avoid what could have potentially been deadly. It ended up hitting the wheel h

ub, bouncing again, missed my window by a fraction of an inch and landing on the back quarter panel of the passenger's side.

There were a few things that the fella could have been ticketed for, but the police officer was ticked that I insisted that he file a report. He suggested that we just let our insurance work it out. Problem is... when I have done that in the past, I ended up getting screwed. And, the fella that was driving didn't own the truck.

So, I call my insurance and think that they are going to contact the other people's insurance.

Right? No...nothing. I end up getting a call from the guy that was driving's insurance company. I call mine to ask why they didn't manage this for me & she acted like I was on crack. "Isn't that what I pay you for?"

It is so frustrating. Yet again, I am the one being put out by both these insurance companies

when I wasn't at fault. When did being a victim become about defending the fact that you were wronged? Yeah, I wanted to get hit by a 6' long 3' around tree...so annoying.

What a week...

Frustration, anxiety, exhaustion...

I am having one of those weeks where you have to remind yourself that things aren't that bad. You have wonderful friends and family. The glass isn't only half full, it's overflowing. Yet, for some reason you have one of those days where the glass feels bone dry. The worst day of it was a week ago Sunday. I was a blubbering baby. It all just came to a head. But, let me back up a bit.

I already blogged about little miss puppy dog escaping and causing me to lose about 4 years of my life through the worry. I also had a stressful experience with my car where I thought I was going to have to give up my brother's 1st born to fix it. Then, 2 Thursday night/Friday

mornings ago, my purse was snatched out of my car. Such violation. I know that it's just "stuff" but what shitty timing. I am traveling between 2 towns weekly, I have everything in that purse.

I didn't think it was too bad, but then I realized just how much that very little amount of stuff there was in there cost when i added it all up. 2 phones (one was a new iPhone ~ no insurance via the provider), a camera, my prescription sunglasses...and that's just the big items.

This was frustrating enough, but having to deal with insurance has been a treat... I felt like they thought I was trying to swindle them out of money. I understand that there are those out there that are unscrupulous, but why treat everyone like they are? It's like the physicians in the Emergency Department that treat anyone that comes in with pain as a drug seeker.

Needless to say, I didn't get much sleep late last week. Then, I did get an offer on my house in South Bend. I should have been excited, but the offer was so pitiful, it just pissed me off. We eventually agreed on a price that was still lower than I'd like, but too high to walk away from.

My poor sister and friend had to deal with my emotional barfing. Just as I was starting to make headway with the insurance company in regards to the purse theft and things were starting to settle, I got hit by a tree. Yes, hit by a tree. See the next post for that one....