Unnecessarily stressful paranoia or good paranoia?
So today, a weekend when I was supposed to stay in, hermit-like, to recover from my ongoing decrepitness of the last 6-8 weeks, I had one errand I had to run.
And damned if I didn't get rear-ended at a stop light!
The guy in front of me wasn't going, so I finally honked at him. Just as he took off, bam! Someone who wasn't paying attention to the actual cars on the road, but only the color of the light, hit me. Two things happened: I bit my lip, and my head flipped back against my headrest. No airbag, no hitting the steering wheel, nothing very substantial.
In fact, when we pulled over, my car's rear bumper was merely scratched (thank you Honda!) His car's front bumper was much worse off, even cracked through at one place. Kind of serves him right, right?
Now, I haven't gotten into many accidents in my life, the worst one being within my very first year of driving when I in fact did bite the steering wheel and break some teeth.
It is always shocking and disorienting. And me with a head already a little fuzzy with congestion.
But of course I'm thinking Natasha Richardson. Is one's head hitting the headrest of one's car (which is, in fact, the entire purpose of the headrest - to prevent whiplash) the kind of head injury that can seem innocuous, but really be life threatening?
Without Richardson's recent, tragic death I doubt I'd be giving this a second thought, but instead I'm waiting to see if a headache or blurred vision comes on.
So far, so good, three hours later.
So, the question is: Unnecessarily stressful paranoia? Or the good kind of paranoia? What has Natasha Richardson's skiing accident wrought?