This has been a difficult month. Truly difficult.
In my last life update, I was positive. Optimistic. Well, it all went down the toilette on November 1st.
A little bit of background story…. In Italy, November 1st is a national holiday. It’s the day when, if you’re christian, you celebrate the gestures and sacrifices Saints made throughout the history of Christianity. (Which is sort of funny because November 2nd is the day in which we remember the people who died, we go to the cemetery to visit them and we pay our respects).
Aside from this lesson in Christian culture (that I’m not really a fan of), I was supposed to take my granddad to the city centre. He is 87 and they revoked his driving license. I got mine so I could help out and so at 9.45AM I was ready to pick him up.
Long story short, a lady hit me with her car 50 meters after I dropped him off. She didn’t stop at the STOP sign and hit me on my left side.
MY WORST NIGHTMARE.
I’ve talked about my fear of driving extensively on this blog. A car accident was the main thing I was terrified about. The worst possible scenario that could have happened did. We weren’t hurt. Not even a little bit. We were both going so slow. I was at 25 km/h, she was even slower. But it did happen. And this completely threw me off.
I had started going to Uni and for two weeks, I was paralyzed at home, scared of my own shadow. I cried for 3 days straight. Every time someone brought up the word “car”, I would just freeze and my eyes would water.
So, yeah. My positive blog entry jinxed me.
Three days ago, we brought the car back home. It was in the shop for a month and the insurance company took care of everything. And yet, I’m still terrified. I hate it so much. I’m a responsible driver. I go slow, I stop at every sign, I don’t go over the limit. NEVER. But every time I see a car coming from my left or right side, I flinch.
My mom has been incredibly supportive. When I broke down sobbing after we did the accident report with the lady, she said she was so sorry and she was hurting for me because she knew how scared I was of driving. She says that now I’ve been “baptized” and that everything from now on, it’s going to go smoothly. Ever the pessimist that I am, I don’t really believe her.
It was just back luck. In italy, we call it “sfiga”.
Our family friend had the best response. His wife bumped the car against a lamp pole a couple of months before and he said: “I wish it would have happened to me, so the insurance would fix it and I wouldn’t have to pay it myself.”
It was a dumb joke that I desperately needed. So thanks, V.
It took me a month to be semi-okay with this. But since today, I went and took my granddad to the city centre for his bar chats with his friends (and nothing happened), I wanted to get it out of my chest.
I’m off now. I have to go and bring him back home.
(as I was writing this, my mom said my uncle is going to take him home. I so relieved you can’t even imagine it.)