Big Truck Phobia and My Puppy is a Puppy No Longer
May 12th 2004 is ingrained in my head forever. It was the day that I wrecked my beautiful, yellow, motorcycle into a bridge and came all too close to losing my life. Even though it has been almost 3 full years since that day, I still am reminded daily about it. Luckily, the reminder is in the form of a foot ache and not in the form of a mental trauma. Every so often, I will suffer a mental pain as a result of the accident. One of them happened this morning.
Just before I slammed into the side of a bridge, I went sliding (Yes, I do mean sliding on the side of my bike) in front of an 18-wheeler. I did not know at the time how lucky I was not to be run over. I was informed of this afterwards when the truck driver came into the hospital room with a little stuffed bear and a terrifying account of the accident from his viewpoint. I started pharmacy school very shortly after the accident. I was still casted and in a great deal of pain. But, I drove down I-81, along side many big trucks, everyday. Initially, I developed a very abnormal way of fearing the 18-wheelers. Logically, I knew this made no sense, but it caused my blood pressure to raise anyhow. Every time that I got near the front of the trucks, I would think that their wheel would come flying off sideways and slam into my car. This wasn’t a fear that was debilitating, just very annoying. One day, I finally told Matt about it and we had a long discussion about how rare this situation would be and that it was just a coping mechanism on my part. I am pretty much over that, although I still hate to drive right next to a big truck.
This morning, I think I found another way for this fear to be played out in my strange little brain. In Hagerstown, it was snowing pretty heavy. It was enough for the schools to be canceled. In Winchester, it was not snowing. When I looked outside and realized that it was snowy here but not there, I started to panic. All I could envision was a huge truck not being able to stop on the highway and my car being in front of them. I didn’t go to school today. I feel that this manifestation of my incident is a little more logical as I have seen the aftermath of many wrecks on 81 due to snow and 18-wheelers. I am hoping that it is logical and I am not half nuts.
On a more scientific note, our little girl is not a little girl anymore. We had scheduled an appointment to have Eve spayed this Friday. Wouldn’t you know it; Eve went into heat Tuesday. So far, it has not been too crazy. I hope that its not as bad as some people make it seem. Matt and I are trying to look at it as a learning experience for the both of us. Eve will be spayed on April 6th. Surprise puppies are not in my future.
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March 8th, 2007 at 9:52 am
Don’t feel bad. I have never had an incident with a big rig and I hate driving next to them too. I can’t pass them fast enough!!
March 8th, 2007 at 12:17 pm
I was rear ended by a tractor trailer, but was lucky that our Passat is one tough car. I still get nervous whenever I hear their air brakes behind me and that was 5-6 years ago!
March 8th, 2007 at 12:24 pm
I was rear ended by a tractor trailer, but was lucky that our Passat is one tough car. I still get nervous when I hear their air brakes behind me and that was 5-6 years ago!