Here it is, New Year's Eve, and instead of reflecting on 2012 or talking about what's to come in 2013, I'm going to write about my stupidity.
Thursday night I managed to get run over, or rather mowed down, by my own car. That's right, hit by my very own little car. I pulled into my parents driveway, which is on a bit of a slope, and must have been so tired that I forgot to put the emergency brake on, so as I stepped out of the car and stood gathering my things with the door open, my car started rolling back down the driveway. The force of the car's movement caused the door to knock me down and I found myself trapped between the door and the body of my car. I was rolled/dragged most of the way down the driveway before I managed to understand what was happening. I finally processed it and luckily thought to flatten myself to the ground so the car door would pass over my body, rather than taking me the rest of the way down the driveway and into the mailbox post and trash cans that it eventually crashed into, stopping it.
Luckily, though I was freaking out and shaking at the time, I wasn't really hurt. I've been sore the past few days, but all I've really got are nasty bruises all over my body and a huge and painful scrape on my knee. I'm very lucky that I didn't end up under the car or have any part of my body run over by the wheels. Give it another week and all I should have to remind me of my lack of smoothness will be a scar on my knee.
Also fortunately, my car didn't even suffer a scratch, despite crashing into the mailbox and taking it down and riding up on top of a trashcan. The real sufferers of my stupidity were the mailbox, my watch which is scratched to hell, and my Longchamp bag which is also scratched and torn.
Not the best way to end 2012, but at least I'm ok and didn't end up in the hospital!
Have a great New Year's Eve!