UPDATE: One of those days, I guess. Despite being diagnosed by three different doctor’s with a Baker’s cyst, it didn’t show up on the ultrasound. Now I need an MRI.
And I’m not getting my car yet. My mechanic had it out on a test run after fixing the alignment, and the alternator went — 10 miles or so from his house. In the pouring rain. So it’ll be another few days. Almost there!
And I still don’t have my “newer” used car. It’s supposed to be delivered tonight, but there have been many, many delays and it’s gotten to be kind of like pregnancy, where in the last few weeks, you start to believe you’re never going to give birth. You’ll just stay like that for the rest of your life.
But this time, I’m optimistic. The whole rebuilding-a-car-from-scratch adventure was a lot more complex than anticipated. My mechanic has fixed every damn thing you can imagine (including a couple of puzzlers he didn’t anticipate) and spent yesterday doing all the little stuff.
It will be good to finally settle in with the new vehicle, because I’ve gotten a little obsessive since the accident. What if I get hit again? What will I do if this car gets wrecked? The sheer random awfulness of this experience has gotten me into the habit of anticipating the worst, and I have to break it.
Anyway, I’ll let you all know when it’s here, because I want to thank you all again for your help.