Weighing Having a Social Life and Staying Alive

By: Loolwa Khazzoom, Founder, Dancing with Pain

October 1st, 2009 • Living with Chronic PainPrint Print

I did it! I braved the insane fucking try-to-get-out-alive freeways (including a left lane merge into freeway #2) and went to the event for media professionals. And met a series of totally fucking awesome people. Rockin.

And now I am vibrating with the aftershock of being on the freeway. Because on my way back, a truck driver (driving a Honda company truck, license number 1421042) tried to kill me, because apparently it’s more important to drive 75 miles an hour in a 65 mile per hour zone (in the right hand lane I may add) than it is to preserve human life.

And then another car tried to run me out of the lane that I needed to be in, so as to transfer onto the freeway to get home. Both with blaring high beam headlights shooting nerve pain through my eyes, despite the fact that I had the deflector on my rear view mirror.

Oh yeah and in the case of the truck, I eventually put on my hazard lights (a little trick I use to make drivers change lanes instead of chase me down), and the driver still stayed plastered on my ass. Finally, the driver changed lanes, then blared the truck horn the whole time while passing me. Because lord knows, frightening me by attempting to climb into my trunk at top speed, all the while drilling a hole through my eyes, was not enough torture for one evening. I needed my ears blown out as well.

I seriously need to move to a small town up North.

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