I had a car accident several days ago. It was relatively minor, not my fault and did not result in major bodily harm. It was triggered by high levels of emotional stress from the previous day and resulted in some incredibly unexpected positive outcomes.
On Monday, I met with a mediator from the Family Mediation Centre to begin the development of a parenting plan for my children, as a result of my marriage breakup. I managed to get myself quite emotionally worked up prior to the appointment, trying to get my thoughts together as to the reasons for the kind of parenting plan I wanted. As I told her my story, pointing out all said reasons, she advised me that she did not believe that mediation would be at all appropriate in our situation, as the father of my children has proven untrustworthy and unable to hold to any negotiated agreements, in addition to his questionable criminal status. That being so, my only way of working out a co-parenting arrangement that protected me and the children from further lies, betrayals and other emotional abuse, was through the Family Court.
I was both relieved and shocked.
Relieved that I did not have to endure a lengthy and uncomfortable mediation process and shocked that an external observer would see my situation as even more dramatic and serious than I did. I think my doctor’s description of my ex as a sociopath was what really did the trick. And it was only recently that I started to accept that diagnosis of him.
Anyway, the next morning, for various reasons, including my emotional upheaval, I thought that it was Wednesday – that day that my 3 yo spends at a friend’s house instead of the daycare centre. So I took him there only to be brought back to reality (amidst much laughter!) and then having to drag him all the way back to daycare. By the time I got to work I was seriously late. All the parking spaces were taken and I was driving around the block searching for somewhere to leave the car. As I waited at an intersection to turn left, I suddenly felt an almighty jolt from behind as my car was hit with enough force to move it forward even though I had my brakes on. My head snapped forward and back and I felt a sharp pain all through my head.
I calmly dealt with the situation – I have no idea why the young driver who hit me did so, my car is red and big and therefore hard to miss. And I was stopped. Anyway, after explaining to him what needed to be done, we exchanged details, I bent back the severely broken rear bumper bar so that it would not rub on the tyre and drove around the corner to call work. As the car was barely driveable I had no choice but to take it straight to the panel beater’s and arrange a hire car. I also thought it might be worthwhile to visit a doctor and get myself checked up.
As I drove the short distance to my panel beater’s I began experiencing dizziness and lightheadedness as well as stiffness in the neck and shoulders. Ironically, I was stopped by a police car, the policeman concerned that I was driving around in such a badly damaged car. I felt like fainting at his feet, but, rationally, did not want the hassle of leaving my car unsupervised while I was being taken care of. After explaining where I was going he waved me off and I made it safely to the mechanic’s. Just. Felt decidedly unwell as I walked through the door and told the receptionist that she had better call an ambulance. To their credit, both the receptionist and the manager took incredibly good care of me while waiting for the ambulance. They assured me my car would be safe as I handed over the keys and the details of the other driver.
Scottie, was the paramedic team’s main man. He was very nice, very patient and very cute. After examining me, taking all the details, he pronounced me fit to move around and advised a trip to the hospital for further examination. So that’s where I spent my morning – in the emergency department of Frankston Hospital. Wearing one of those embarrassing hospital gowns while they attached cords to me, poked and prodded me and eventually x-rayed my spine. It seemed all was well. I enjoyed the enforced bed rest, I even enjoyed the hospital food, and I even got to see Scottie a couple more times….
I could not believe how great I felt, even though I had such a seemingly bad morning. I even managed to organise my car repairs and a rental car while in hospital. After walking into Frankston, having coffee and cake, I even made it back to the office for half an hour, while I waited for my rental car to be ready. And I got to pick the kids up earlier than usual and cook a proper dinner.
And to think that just that morning as I woke up I wished I could take the day off work and spend the day in bed… I had also been thinking about how much I would like a brand new car… I guess I have to be more specific in my wishes next time….
Somehow, despite lots of people trying to sympathise with me about my “terrible” day, I cannot think of it that way. Since it all happened I’ve felt incredibly positive and grateful for everything I have and feel. A counsellor I saw a couple of days later, even suggested that the incident was a “jolt” from the universe, towards a higher vibration level, ie: a more positive outlook. I discovered she and I had very similar spiritual beliefs and again felt amazed at the sudden synchronicity manifesting in my life. Later that day I gained insight into the internal politics of the office I work in and discovered how much everyone appreciated me working there. The potential for ongoing work suddenly seemed possible and vast, even though my contract ends on 1 April. I feel safe in the knowledge that the things I want will be manifested. I’ve stopped worrying about the how, although as that date approaches I know I will be more proactive in looking for and connecting with opportunities.
Everything WILL be as I desire it to be…. Right now a job, then a new love and wonderful new father for my children…. And later a new car and house….. Just have to remember to avoid vague wishes….
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