The one in which we discuss new exciting job opportunities while comatose

         So as I mentioned last time i spent the first week or so after the accident working in California.   The details are a little blurry at this point but somehow I'd gotten an opportunity to do some walk on part work for TV shows.  I was working on a half-hour teen dramedy about a high school cheerleader.  I ended up in a small fender fender and had to go to hospital and they found some stuff wrong with me that left me recovering for a few days.  I had suffered some untreated injuries in an accident back home a few days before i headed to CA.  The other show I don't remember specifics but i landed in the hospital after suffering asthma attack triggered by some weeds being used for decorations.

         I'm not sure about anyone else but when dreaming normally I have trouble reading.  Not that i cannot read, but anything i look at is gobbledy-gook.  And it's all forms of reading, books, news papers, websites, etc.  Well while i was in CA working, i was able to find myself on the IMDB.  :-)

I don't know.  There was a few other acting gigs but i don't remember enough details.  One thing I really don't understand is why I spent Hallowe'en at Kevin Sorbo's house.  I was fairly well cognizant of real time going by and the accident was well after Hallowe'en.  

Oh and did I mention the hospital i was in was geographically in CA but was sovereign Canadian land? Well it was.  And it was staffed by Buffalonians.  So something was soaking through from the real world.

Next time we'll discuss some of the other jobs i worked while tripping.

    

The one in which we discuss what happened

I was on my way home from work.  90% or more of my commute is on I-190.  Not that it truly matters. I had just gotten off the northbound North Grand bridge when I noticed that Corbaebee was acting a bit funny.

I was trying to figure out what to do next.  Placement was bad, there are a series of on ramps and interchanges within a rather short distance.  I thought i might try to coast off down the Niagara Falls Blvd exit, but thought it might not be best choice if i drifted i'd go down an incline and attempts to coast around the corner and get into the parking lot at Bob Evans might not work.  Never mind if the light might be red when i hit bottom.  So I kept going.  Then there's an overpass bridge over the Blvd, with no shoulder. I thought it best to not risk that.   I don't remember much beyond coming to a dead stop a bit after that.  Whatever my exact thought processes were, they are lost to a November morning.

I was dead in the middle of the slow lane of I-190 northbound 6 AM on a thursday morning.  I made sure the hazards were on and scrambled for my phone.  I placed a call to 911 and waited for someone to rescue me.  I stayed in the car, as far as i recall i had nowhere safe to go.   The next thing I remember i was in a hospital in California after getting sick while working as an extra on a TV show.  Yeah i know, i wish i knew what they were giving me at ECMC too. More on that later.

Corbaebee Saturn du Clarence Jan 3, 2003-Nov 8, 2012

This is dedicated to Corbaebee Saturn du Clarence, my trusty steed since January of 2003. A year ago today you gave your life and I lived. I never got to see your mangled body lying on the side of the road. We'd broken down before you and I. You'd spent countless days at the body shop. I once accused you (OK more than once) of suffering from Automotive Munchausen Syndrome. But than I'd tease you that you just had a crush on one of the cars in residence at the shop. In reflection I think that was it. I know if I'd been aware you weren't feeling well that morning, I would never have pushed you homeward bound, but I did; and for that I'm so very sorry. I never got to say goodbye to you my dear Corbaebee.

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I am aware my car was not sentient and she certainly did not give her life to save mine. But she is gone and I am here. And it has been a year. Much has changed in the last year. How could it not.