| Friday, October 27, 2006 |
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I don't know if I've talked about this here before, but all my family and friends know there is an "Evil Carol" and a "Nice Carol". Often, when asked an opinion, I will preface it by saying "Evil Carol thinks XXX, but Nice Carol thinks XXX".
So, this is Nice Carol speaking.
Happy day, happy happy day. I've been checking in on the Harris County JP website occasionally to track the progress of the ticket that the ASSHOLE who ran the red light and almost KILLED* me got. I was amused a few months back to see that he got another ticket for running a red light 365 days after he almost KILLED* me. And I was intrigued to see that even though the rat bastard took defensive driving to get out of the ticket for the time he ran a red light and almost KILLED* me, he failed to pay some court fees. So his ticket was not disposed of.
I've been waiting like a hungry spider for the day to come that was his deadline to take care of this problem. And since he's proven himself to not be the most upstanding, law abiding citizen, I had great hope. Today my hopes have been realized and the web site says, in big red letters, "A WARRANT HAS BEEN ISSUED FOR YOUR ARREST".
Now, I know that there isn't a deputy out there with that warrant in hand hunting this jackass down. And I know that even if he does get arrested that he'll be in for a couple of hours, bail, and just have to pay some fines.
But it makes Nice Carol very happy that this warrant means his life will be effected by what he did, that he will have to think about the accident even for a few hours, and that it will at least cost him a little money. Because my life was sure as hell effected, I think about the accident EVERY few hours (especially when I try to walk, play with my dog, do the nasty with my husband, or generally recreate), and it sure as goobers cost me money.
I wish I could go to court and make a victim statement like the folks who Jeffie Skilling screwed got to do. I could take the big assed bolts they removed from my leg a few months ago. I could take the x-rays of the hardware that holds my right hand together. I could explain how any loud, sudden noise freaks me out. I could talk about how I'm afraid to drive on the freeway because of the speed and crazy people, how I hesitate before I go through any intersection, how the few times I've been watching television and seen a car crash that came on before I could turn it off, I've physically had to get up and leave the room.
So that's Nice Carol's take on it. Evil Carol just wants his dick to rot off.
*Did I mention that this son of a bitch almost KILLED me?Labels: accident |
posted by Carol @ 12:08 AM  |
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I, too, am the victim of an asshole, albeit a floridly psychotic patient (not that I'm excusing his behaviour) who I brawled with to rescue a dumbass intern. He fractured my skull, broke my ribs, and bit me so deeply (twice) that I had to take antiretrovirals as a precaution, and was tested for HIV and hepatitis C for a year. The San Diego police were "too busy" to come to the trauma unit to take a report following my seizure. I was on disability for 3 months, and the DA decided not to press charges. A year later, when the DA was up for re-election (and was pushing for defeat of a proposition that would have weakened the CA 3-strikes law), out of the blue a detective calls me and says the patient re-offended (beat the hell out of his mother) and if they added my case, it would be his 3rd strike. I instructed him to tell the DA to go fuck herself. I received a grand total of $403 from the State Victim's Compensation Board. I continue to take anti-seizure meds. My boy? Wandering the psych yard of an undisclosed CA prison. Did I say the DA decieded not to press charges?
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CAT: It MUST be the nice Carol. Why didn't you tell people that the guy is a slimeball DINK and the only reason he exists is that I (or a grunt like me) must have run out of ammo and didn't shoot the fukin" dinks that in any given rice paddy, that came over here , copulated, and produced him. How thrilled and proud his parents MUST be.
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FooFoo: I'm proud of you for telling the DA to eat it. How the hell could they decide not to press charges in the first place? It's not like there was any question of who beat the crap out of you, or if you were injured, right? As for $403...that probably didn't even cover your parking fees for what I am sure were many doctor visits. You have all my pissed offedness on your side.
HP: Wow. I'm still trying to decide if I should delete your comment. I understand that as a Viet Nam vet you have personally strong feelings, but honestly the asshole's nationality isn't what pisses me off. He could be Canadian for all I care. I just want his dick to rot off.
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This is not "Evil" Carol talking, this is the totally normal Carol speaking in righteous anger about a horrible event and its aftermath.
I call it emotionally theraputic.
And a very powerful post.
Maybe all of him will rot. Either way, whether you believe in Karma or an afterlife or whatever...this idiot will pay. Somehow, someway, somewhere - I just pray (my belief of choice) that he doesn't actually kill someone before this happens.
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Kim thanks for your kind words. I have been getting into this whole "pray" thing lately (thanks to a certain doctor who has changed my life for the better) and I pray also that he doesn't hurt anyone else. But I don't think I'd lose any sleep if he got hurt. Not necessarily in a car wreck. Maybe when his face hit the business end of a ball peen hammer. :)
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I, too, am the victim of an asshole, albeit a floridly psychotic patient (not that I'm excusing his behaviour) who I brawled with to rescue a dumbass intern. He fractured my skull, broke my ribs, and bit me so deeply (twice) that I had to take antiretrovirals as a precaution, and was tested for HIV and hepatitis C for a year. The San Diego police were "too busy" to come to the trauma unit to take a report following my seizure. I was on disability for 3 months, and the DA decided not to press charges. A year later, when the DA was up for re-election (and was pushing for defeat of a proposition that would have weakened the CA 3-strikes law), out of the blue a detective calls me and says the patient re-offended (beat the hell out of his mother) and if they added my case, it would be his 3rd strike. I instructed him to tell the DA to go fuck herself. I received a grand total of $403 from the State Victim's Compensation Board. I continue to take anti-seizure meds. My boy? Wandering the psych yard of an undisclosed CA prison. Did I say the DA decieded not to press charges?