Driving to work this morning, traffic came to a sudden stop. I stopped, too. Unfortunately, the guy behind me did not and he hit me so hard that he shoved me into the car in front of me. A Molly sandwich, so to speak.
Let's forget about the damage to my car, my sore back (I already have a bad back from a car accident 10 years ago, and this didn't help) and the moment of panic as I watched him fail to stop in my rear view mirror. All I can think about is that hopeful little bundle of cells.
Logically, I know that it's HIGHLY unlikely that any harm could come to that potential bundle of cells from the accident, but I am so tense and stressed and sore that it's hard not to worry.
I'm trying to relax. As I sat on the side of the freeway waiting for Highway Partol to come take a report, I forced myself to take deep breaths and try to ease up on the tennsion.
I know I said that I want to stay busy and distracted, but this wasn't exactly what I had in mind.