I dont know whether its irony or fate, but yesterday my mum was saying that she was glad I wasn't going to be driving all that way to work every day now, because she worries about me on that highway...
So what happens? I was in a car accident last night. Driving down the Pacific Highway (4 lanes each way on this stretch between the Gold Coast and Brisbane) minding my own business but still doing the speed limit (110klm) when the car on my left swerved out and straight into my car. This caused me to veer out of control into the two lanes to my right, I steered wildly, back to the left into the middle of the highway, then veered crazily back to the right (I just could NOT control the steering wheel), where I ploughed into the bushes that they plant in the middle between the north and south facing lanes. This slowed me down enough so that I could stop.
Nobody was hurt - we were all badly shaken, but not hurt. My fingertips are sore though from gripping the steering wheel so hard. The girl who hit me in the first place was trying to avoid a truck that swerved into HER. The truck didn't stop. Somebody got his number plate. Two separate good samaratins pulled over immediately and came to my aid, for which I am soooo thankful for - I was so freaked out I didn't know what to do. One girl stayed with me for over an hour.
The car isn't too bad, lots of dents and scratches, and I've lost a side mirror. I drove it home ok. I'm just glad no one was hurt. It could have been so much worse, I'm so lucky that nobody was in the two lanes to my right when I got hit - I could quite easily have collected somebody. The girl who hit me said she thought she had killed me.
So I ate off plan last night, and had a glass of wine. I was freaked out for most of the night, kept replaying it all over and over in my head. So didn't sleep well, so I didn't go to gym this morning. Thank goodness I only have today and tomorrow for driving back down there.