And, um, yeah, really long and mostly boring story ahead. But recorded for no apparent reason other than that it was cathartic to write out, at least.
Last week, we had a few quick and intense thundershowers (that only served to make it even more humid, but that’s neither here nor there). Dan bikes into work, and the morning after one of these, his bike tire slipped on some wet grass and he fell, catching himself on his wrist and fracturing it. It looks about as painful as it sounds.
There were, unfortunately, no orthopedists whatsoever with any appointments until the next day, so we dropped in on one he’d visited before hand they happened to have a cancellation 20 minutes after we arrived – so lucky. Turns out he had an unstable fracture that required surgery. 🙁
So Friday morning, we arrived at the hospital at 6am. My lovely sister, who recently moved back to DC from Spain, stayed overnight at our place so we wouldn’t have to drag Nat along. They checked him in and all and we found out that they wouldn’t let me into the operating or recovery rooms, which meant that I’d be waiting around for 3-4 hours, so I decided to make the 7 minute drive home instead.
I’m very rarely driving without Nat, and, needless to say, it’s even more rare that it’s that early. For both of these reasons, I never even think about the early-morning HOV requirement on the freeway by our house. Gah! I, of course, remembered the second I turned onto the ramp and slowed down, but there was no where for me to go and a cop was waving me up. I try explaining that I had just dropped off my husband for surgery, I was unusually driving without my baby, and that I’m pregnant, but to no avail.
He then asks for my license and I look over to my purse. Fail #2 – since I’m almost always with Nat, I usually take my diaper bag, which is where my wallet was, which I forgot at 5:45am. I explain this and he makes some rude comments and walks back to his car with my registration. He comes back with 2 citations (one for HOV, one for not having my license) and tells me he’s called a tow truck. A TOW TRUCK?? He tells me I have no license (what?) and that if I don’t have someone there to pick up me and drive my car in half an hour, that I’d be towed. I remember that I still have an out of state license (I know, fail #3) and he berates me for that and then finally checks and tells me that I’m not coming up with a license in any of the 50 states. At this point, he’s explaining the citation and court date to me and I’m asking him if I can please try to get a ride figured out first since the tow truck is coming and he interrupts and just finishes what he’s saying. And gets mad at me and tries telling me I’m telling him stories because he’d written the wrong last name on the citation (the registration is in my mom’s name and he wrote my maiden name). Oh, and he tells me to have my sister pick me up in a cab, which she can’t even do since she has Nat with her and I have the car seat.
Anyway, I frantically try calling my neighbors, who don’t answer, but my wonderful sister knocks on their door and, bless their hearts, BOTH were home and willing to come rescue me (since I needed one to drive their car and one to drive mine). In the midst of talking to them, though, not 10 minutes after he had told me one was coming, the tow truck shows up. I try telling the cop that he’d said I’d have 30 minutes, but he shrugs and tells me that’s too bad. I tell him my friends are leaving and on their way and start begging both him and the tow truck driver for an extra 5 minutes (both completely ignored me). My amazing friends gave me real-time updates as they got on the freeway, got off the freeway, waited at the light to turn back on, etc. and literally pulled up as they were walking back to hook up my car to the tow truck. I was a little frantic, to say the least.
Oh, and they’d brought my wallet and I pull out my license and realize…it expired a couple of weeks ago. Fail #3. Seriously, it was just a combination of all these random events coming together – driving early for surgery, driving without Nat, driving without license, etc. etc. I’m seriously not usually such a flake, but Friday just got the best of me. Ugh.
But the positives? The cop told me they’ll probably waive the no license citation if I show up with a new license, so I spent the afternoon having my mom take me to the DMV while she cared for Nat and took Dan his pain meds. So at least one of us can drive now. And I got to read a book at the DMV. And maybe they’ll be nice and waive the HOV citation because of the circumstances? Also, since I was pregnant, which should count for 2 people, anyway? And the surgery went well. And my car didn’t actually get towed. And I have really, really amazing family and friends. The end.