It's been a LONG day.After getting off work at 12:15, we stopped at the bank, the women's clinic, and Sweet Basil Pizzeria for lunch before heading back to the library so Jason could close. We'd just started from a red light when it happened. Sudden stops, quick reactions...and a few bumps. Above you can see some of the damage. We can't open the trunk. Here's a different angle:
The back right door doesn't close all the way, so the Highlander dings every time you accelerate from a stop. It thinks there's a door open. And really...there is. Note the taillight in the above photo, too.Everyone was fine, though after relaxing a bit (we were there for about 45 minutes talking to the police and the other people involved), Jason and I felt a bit stiff and sore. No bruises though...at least none that we've found...and no cuts or injuries of any kind.
Just to be on the safe side, though, I called my doctor to see if there was anything I should do as far as a checkup. He asked a few questions, and then recommended I do a non-stress test on the baby at the hospital. So I headed back into town (I drove the Camry this time), picked up Ruth so she could come hear the heartbeat and whatever else they were going to do, and then went to the hospital.
The nurse found the heartbeat, and then strapped the detector to my stomach. Then she checked my reflexes, took my blood pressure, and asked a few questions. Finally, she told me it could be 30 minutes or it could be 2 hours...and then she left.
She came back a couple of times...once she brought me some cranberry juice, which was quite tasty. Finally, about an hour and a half later, she returned once more, with my doctor. He looked at the printouts, asked me a couple of questions, and said everything looked good. Apparently the goal was to get an average of two heartbeat accelerations in a 20-minute period. In the 90 minutes I was there, Little Miss had an accelerated heartbeat 8 times. "That's one good kid!"he said with a smile. Here's what the printout looked like:
So it looks like everything is fine, though I feel my back getting more and more sore as the evening wears on. Nothing to worry about, it's just from tensing up when we were rear-ended. But I do have to say...it's 7:30, and it's good to be home. Now, for dinner.
