I'm not even playing. I got hit by a God damned car. Let me start at the beginning of the worst day of my life.
I woke up at 2 a.m. to get ready to go to my audition for "the voice" (see this post http://forum.baby-gaga.com/about2443869.html
)got there and waited outside in the freezing cold for an hour. Went inside and waited for another five hours. Got to sing for 15 seconds... I'm not even playing.. the first two lines of the song. He dismissed me. It broke my heart into a million pieces... not because I got a no but because I feel like I didn't even have a chance. The whole time we were there out of 2,000 people they let 12 through... and they were all wearing cowboy boots/hats. That's obviously what they were looking for in Texas and I didn't fit what they were looking for. I attempted to sing a Bruno Mars song. Wrong song choice wrong look. Lesson learned. They want cowboys/cowgirls in Texas. So... we head back an hour to my house... I have to be at my cousins wedding at 3:30 p.m. across the state, three hours away which I'm a bridesmaid in. It's after noon by the time I get home.. I'm rushing around getting my mom in the car so we can get on the road. We made it at 3:35 and I thought for sure they waited for me. Nope. The wedding was at 3. So I'm bawling at this point because it's pretty much been the worse day of my life. I get my dress on and take some pictures, walk out to my car and have an all out emotional breakdown. I then go to my aunts house and attempt to clean up a little bit before going to the reception where I had 5 or 6 drinks over a 5 hour period. i hadn't eaten that day so I was pretty drunk, which was my goal, by the time we got back to my aunts house at 11:30... but even more I was exhausted physically and completely broken hearted. My mom drove BTW.. I NEVER drink and drive. Okay so my aunts house has a bar across the street and people are ALWAYS parking in front of her house. My mom and I are sitting in the car while I'm bawling on the phone with my husband and this lady pulls in on the wrong side of the street and just backs into my car. My two week old car that still has paper smurfing plates. So my mom and I jump out and attempt to read her the riot act and figure out old girl doesn't even speak english. I tell her I'm walking around to the front of the vehicle and tell her I'm writing down her license plate number because by this time I've figured out she doesn't have insurance and probably not a license either.. She then hits the gas and her truck mirror hits me in the head.. I grab onto the side of the truck in an attempt to not get drug under it and I'm drug along the road until I let go because I can't take it anymore. She knocked both my mom and I over but since I had a head injury and was drug by the truck, after the police was called an ambulance was called so I could get checked out. I'm smurfing hysterical because my eye ball feels like it's going to pop out of my skull and I can't open my eyes. For a second I really thought I was going to die.. Then two girls run over to us freaking out and they're the one who calls the cops.. they were outside smoking and saw the whole thing. The cop shows up and is really nice. I guess I would be nice to two women who had just been hit by a car and are hysterically bawling in the middle of the street too, right? Wrong. The the ambulance people show up and treat me like absolute dirt because I had been drinking and I guess the assumed I had drove even though they were told repeatedly that my sober mother did the driving. She's okay btw.. just bruised and cut up. She didn't hit her head. Even though at that point we were sitting in the car not moving anyways as I talked on the phone to my husband. The female ambulance driver is horrible to me telling me I'm drunk and acting like I'm hurt worse that I am... that I probably just fell over. My head wasn't swollen to bad at that point. So I'm cussing and screaming because they're trying to restrain me and I'm terrified. Then we get to the hospital and the nurses are absolute bitches because my blood alcohol level is way above the legal limit. They treat me like smurfing dirt.. .like I drug addict or something. They take a pregnancy test, run my blood alcohol level and test me for drugs. I'm still screaming and hollering because everyone is being so cruel and my head hurt SO BAD. It was the most God awful experience of my life and I WILL have some jobs for what happened. No one deserves to be treated like that.. especially for drinking which is LEGAL. I had an MRI and I have a minor hairline fracture and a concussion. The whole right side of my body is bruised and scraped up and I can't feel the tips of my fingers on my right hand. Want to hear the kicker? When they released me this morning they sent me packing with an RX for tylenol. I got Advil while I was there. I'm in complete and total agony, and can't get over how I was treated like a criminal for drinking at a wedding. Needless to say yesterday was the worst day of my life. No one ever deserves to be treated like that by people who are supposed to be caring for you. Then my mom drove us home and every bump and pot hole felt like hell. Longest three hours ever.
Book over. I just needed to vent. I can hardly move... I was supposed to start a new job tomorrow but obviously that isn't going to happen. My husband is trying to get emergency leave so he can come down and help me with the kids. I just thank God they were both at home with my dad and step mom. Sorry if this doesn't make total sense. I have a head injury so Im still kind of fuzzy and my writing skills I'm sure aren't all that.