We’ve had a couple cases at the county court in a couple months where the person shows up drunk for court on their drunk driving case. They’ve gone directly to jail when they walk in the entrance. Be sure to update us when you can.
Call up an oral surgeon if you need to have work done, because a regular dentist is unlikely to treat you. Half the time it requires an oral surgeon for wisdom teeth anyway.
I’ve only just found your tale.
{{{{{hugs}}}}}} to you and your Mom and your friend, Deva.
The problem with life changing accidents like this is that the body heals faster* than it takes to nail the asshole to the wall AND the RED TAPE NEVER GOES AWAY. EVER.
If you bear in mind that **THE INSURANCE COMPANY HATES YOU **it will make it that much easier to deal. Don’t take it personally, it’s just bidness.
Their job is to deny nearly everything and SAVE MONEY.
Your job is to patiently, politely, directly and intelligently (read your policy with laser like focus.) swim through the quagmire of beaurocratic crap until you get them over a barrel and then fark them. Hard and without remorse. The first time you do it, it will be a soul shredding experience as you are a kind, decent, honest soul. ALL insurance companies have policies written by Satan, Machiavelli and tied off in Gordian Knot. The next time you do it, it gets easier. Before you know it, getting them over a barrel will happen faster and you will apply pressure to the neck, hold them down and just go at it without any problems. Or you can use a Tea-bagging metaphor if it helps. When this happens, you will be a full Jedi and find yourself counseling others in how to navigate the shark infested sea of excrement until you find the tiny, Brigadoon-like island of YES.
Oh, you will probably never have the same Case Agent at your insurance company for more than, say, 6 months. If you have agent that is very good and listens and works with you, you will never, ever, ever, ever talk to her again. Ever. She will be replaced by a retarded chimpanzee, who is dyslexic. (How do I know this? WE have received paperwork for my FIL at our house on and off for 16 years. We do not have the same insurace, address/ town/zip code or names. Yes, the last name is the same and my husbands middle is my FIL’s first name, BUT for love of FSM, WTFH!!!111!! What/how do they handle more popular names like Smith or Jones?
I wish that the drunk lady has x100 the paper work headaches as you and your mom will be having for years to come.
Keep a record of who/when/what time you talk to the insurance company.
Keep all of your files in a neat, orderly system. Maybe it’s own two drawer filing cabinet. The paperwork has a way of multiplying on any flat surface. Paperwork does not mate and reproduce like a bunny when in a dark draw. Manilla envelopes are birth control for papers.
All expenses for this accident and anything pertaining to it SHOULD be covered for the rest of your life by Drunk ladies insurance. YMMV. (At least that is what my FIL got after his accident that left him paralyzed from the nipples down and my MIL’s left leg was CUT off her body, but it is a clusterfark to deal with Allstate. You are in good hands. My ass. *Rot in hell, you incompetant bastards!
If you need medical supplies (not drugs), check freecycle, craig’s list and Thrift shops first. Even with a script, the price is assrape. Medical supply stores are akin to the pentagon.
Good on your Mom!
Contact some kind of support group. Your area hospital should be a good place to start. You are not alone in what you have endured. Others have walked that horrible path and sharing lifes craptacular stories will help you mentally heal and help you realize that a) either you are not as bad off or b) a total basketcase compared to others. Some people never move on from their accidents.
I wish you a very speedy recovery!
*This is false. You will feel aches and pains for the rest of your life in various parts, especially when there are weather changes. But since you are in HI, that shouldn’t be a huge problem.
Quasi, it’s a date. 
We’ll have champagne and act like completely rich snobs and make quiet comments about the peons of everyday life before laughing to ourselves at our silliness. …at least I would. 
Will do, Harmonious, thanks. My tooth feels better now, hardly any pain when I eat, but I do need a dentist, yes.
Shirley, thank you for all the sound advice…and laughter. Your post made me giggle and outright laugh, the smiles were so much needed.
I was taken to the court offices, where I was briefed on what would be happening. Basically the prosecutor would ask me questions and I’d answer them as precisely and cleanly as possible. If I didn’t know something, don’t say “I guess” at things. Just say I don’t know and move on.
Entering the room was intimidating, having to go through double doors twice and seeing 13+ pairs of eyes on you as you walk through. While giving my testimony I choked up once or twice with emotion. Having to recall everything again was hard on me. I’ve done it many times before, but in front of so many people and for that reason was difficult.
In the end, the case went through. The woman will be arrested within the next two weeks or so and held on bail for her court hearing, and from there we see what will happen. If it ends up going to a jury of peers and an outright court date, I’ll have to testify again.
Oh, and also there was the cop who pulled me out of my car, or at least was the first one there at the scene. He had a German last name, but I can’t recall it at this time. I didn’t recognize him, but I shook his hand, looked up into his eyes, and said thank you. This man helped save my life. My mom looked just as thankful as she met him too.
…and on a side note, he was very tall, handsome, strong-looking, and if I knew his orientation, would have probably asked for a future date. Staying in the closet in front of my mother be damned, he was hot.
Going in front of those people would have made me very nervous. I’d have been drenched in sweat in less than a minute. I know my voice would have given out too.
So?
Buy the guy a steak dinner & drinks, & see if he’s hinting. Perfectly normal to express gratitude, by buying somebody dinner.
I’ve been there, best wishes to you.
There is no shame in crying or welling up at recalling the most horrific event of your life, outside of the time you asked that girl out when you were 13 and she shot you down like a Japanese Fight Plane over Pearl Harbor, because adolescence horrors never ever result in a Grand Jury Investigation.
Which is a shame, because the entertainment value of it all is right up there with seeing someone get kneed in the groin or hit on the head with a rubber ball.
The fact you were able to walk into that courtroom means you deserve HIGH FIVE’S from EVERYONE in there, including the judge.
Good luck with the entire legal thing. ( Or as we like to say here, * Have fun stormin’ the castle!*. )
being able to show up in court is a big victory! you’ve come a long way from that night. your first time going through that night in front of bunches of strangers in an official courtroom is going to be stressfull, no matter how prepared you are. and you had just a day to prepare!
good on you getting through it. keep up the good work.