I still feel groggy and all fuzzy, but it's easier to think now, and the whole hand-eye thing, while still a challenge, is easier.
Jen, you're a pervert. (and I love it)
Crowing was going 60 mph, deer was going 2ish. Crowing saw the phone on his passenger seat light up, so naturally, he glanced at it. When he looked back up, he had a deer trying to become a passenger via windshield.
*insert breaking, icky, crashy sounds here, followed by screechy tire sounds and lots of cursing*
Crowing is now covered head to toe in blood, and he'd not really sure if it's his (own), hers (deer's), or a mix of the two. Luckily, the person driving behind Crowing called the cops, because there was a deer pretty much in Crowing's lap.
(I cant even begin to think of what would have happened if it had been a buck...)
Crowing was like Bruce Willis in that movie Unbreakable, so as the ambulance showed up, (and because Crowing is rather dim at times) he's like "WTF bitch? OFF!" and gets out of the car. The paramedics freak out and tell him to sit and blah blah blah. They check him out, he's more or less fine, but they wanted to put him on one of those stretchers, and Crowing was like "HELL NO!"
Long story short, Crowing wins and he gets to sit on it, then walk into the hospital. (I gotta tell you, I looked like I just walked out of a Hills Have Eyes movie)
Many horrified stares and wondering looks later, Crowing is all cleaned up, bandaged, and playing with the things in his little smelly room. Crowing accidentally breaks one of the monitors, and the doctors decide he's in pain and that he really needs to sleep. Despite protest (nd Crowing throwing an empty bedpan), they inject (AUGHNEEDLE) Crowing with a "sleep-aid" and leave him to DIE.
Now, this drug, I forget what it was, worked as such: It didn't take away pain and soreness, it didn't make you tired, it made you forget you ever had pain, and made you forget what it's like to be awake. It was extremely disorienting, and the last bits I really remember are trying to figure out why I felt so freakin strange. This turned into a drugged out theory in my head that the doctors were trying to kill me, and so I fouht the power of the drugs and started getting a little... "antsy". (I have trust issues with doctors).
The story ends up with Crowing hand cuffed and held to a bed as a second dose was issued, Crowing doing his best to fight and stay awake. Drug ends up winning, and he's in his dads car soon enough, getting a ride home to be dumped in a bed.
Now, I must have woken at one point to make that fabulous post up there, but I don't even remember most of my night for obvious reasons. I just went downstairs to check on my car, and found it to be gone. My parents were kind enough to greet the insurance inspector, clean up the interior of glass and guts, then have it towed off to get the windshield replaced. As I hear, the damage was really only to the hood (big loss :p), windshield, and interior. The structure wasn't damaged at all. It was a small doe, so she fit in through the window quite well, go figure. I'll see the car later today or tomorrow.
By the way, I did have the mind to peek at my front end quick: Headlights are ok, and the grille has a small crack in it, but it's recoverable, I think.
I'mma fall over and sleep more now. Mmkay? Buh bye.
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