I forgot to mention this: Although I was in the hospital over Christmas, at least I ended up getting out of there. My cab, on the other hand, didn't.
It was totalled barely three hours after I last drove it. The mechanic spent the whole afternoon trying to replace the radiator on it. Once he did, it was totalled hours later on the I-75 Rouge River Bridge. The driver smacked into a pile-up on the top of the bridge, got out of the cab, and then witnessed a sideways-skidding 18-wheeler plow into it, turning it into an accordion.
The driver was okay, and wasn't cited a ticket for his trouble. All the blame in this case went to the semi-driver. The cab driver was only on the job for a few days, so you can only imagine how nervous he's been to report to work since that time.
It's doubly ironic: that it happened on the day I went into the hospital, and that it happened on the exact bridge I've had nightmares about plunging off of for decades. In this area, there's been one bridge and one off-ramp I've always had nightmares traversing: the ramp being the I-75 ramp downtown where the Fisher Fwy. changes into the Chrysler Fwy.
I've driven with other drivers and they are literal maniacs. I drive normally, and the dispatcher always asks what's taking me so long.
Therein lies the reason why... verified ten-fold.
