Coming down to earth.

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A peaceful ending to a hectic day. I am feeling a little more human, though I can see where I need to watch myself a bit. I am likely to snap, not in the hard way like the taxi cab driver or something. Still, I might say something that need not be said. I am likely to overreact as well. I am still running on adrenaline. That is slowly leaving my system, as I suggested. Perhaps I will find some good sleep tonight.

I was able to do about half of what I wanted. The fax was received, signed, and sent. A ball hitch and lock where purchased. I also bought a couple of cat toys and an automatic watering dish (low tech so we will see on that last, but I have a mop and bucket). I also took the soundboard back. Of course, I was directed to returns, where it was suggested that I look for another card. They had no other cards, beside the brand I had just found out does not support what the box says it supports, so I left without going back to returns. After all of my other tasks where completed, and I had just purchased food, I realized my oversight. Thankfully that ended up being no difficulty and I was refunded in full.

The promised headache has been, so far, managed by the aspirin. I plan on taking another similar dose before going to bed. My back, on the other hand, does hurt a good bit. If I lean or bend, I am reminded that something is wrong. Depending on how I feel in the morning, someone may be consulted. I am torn about whether to go to the emergency room as the woman from the insurance company suggested or whether to go to a chiropractor as others have suggested. I do not, necessarily, trust either. One, traditional medicine, will say nothing is wrong, the pain you are feeling is your fault. The other, the chiropractor, will say "Oh my God, you are dying! Come in, come in, this will only take two years, 4 times a month, to fix". Well, that is how it seems. It would be nice to have medicine, one way or another, that I could trust.

The insurance company wants me to go to their collision centers for estimates and repairs. I suggested that this would not work, though I took down some names and numbers. I will also seek independent quotes regarding the damage and repair as well. Why in the world would I trust the people, or the business in general, which is going to have to pay for the accident? That sounds a lot like simply asking the guy who hit me how much he would like to pay, right? No, no way. While I was talking to the woman from the insurance company, she was taking notes about "what to expect from me, and my general attitude..." for the claims agent who would be dealing with me. She actually told me this. Why, I do not even care. I can see it now... "He is not a sheeple. He actually expects legitimate repairs. He will not merely take whatever we are willing to scrape together as settlement." I do not want more than is due, but I want legitimate repairs and proper cosmetic fixes. I did not buy a newer vehicle to "scrape by". Hmph!

That is it for tonight. A bit of tinkering and a little virtual window shopping maybe, then bed. I cannot buy as my address in my home town is not valid, the post office is too small to deliver in town, so I have to set up a post box before I can begin getting mail. One thing after another, it seems. Soon, within the week I hope, I will be moved in and marginally set up to begin doing some of the things that need to be done. I will, probably, at that point take a few days off, buy a twelve pack, and see how many I can smoothly and simply consume in a day period and then take the second day to rest off the charge, before digging into what needs to be done. Yes, I do believe so.

Good night.