...end up in the wrong place at the wrong time?

So, there I am at the bottom of the MLK hill at a stoplight, minding my own business when a dump truck slams into the car behind me who, in turn, runs into me. Well, I lucked out because the guy's car behind me was in really bad shape and I believe he broke his nose. After the police came and we all exchanged info I headed to my eye apt. where I was headed in the first place. More on that in a bit. Next, I head over to the hospital because I have some whiplash and it's always best to get these things checked out. 5 hours later I walk out of the hospital with my happy pills in hand. Back to the eye appointment...all of this crap and you know for what? "cover your left eye, can you read that? Cover your eye, can you read that? Have you been having any problems with your new contacts? Ok, thanks!" They could have done that on the phone! Bastards! In short, be nice to me this weekend, my neck and back are probably sore!