As if nothing else could go wrong...

I hit a car.

No, make that a truck.

This really screws things up because I am utterly broke and am going to have to eat the repair bill if I don't want my insurance premiums to skyrocket. St John's has been walloped by three snowstorms in the last two weeks, and driving in a blizzard at 30km/h I thought I'd make it home safely - till I hit a snowdrift and slid right into the back of a truck.

The other driver got out, looked at the back of his truck, looked at my car, shook his head and said, "I think you got the worst of it" before hopping back into his truck and taking off. Which, in all fairness, makes me one fortunate person since there isn't going to be any damage to cover from his end of things. The car, though, is a different story - it needs a new front grill, the radiator is partly exposed (as a result of the grill falling off) and the bumper needs some major work. The bill? $1118.

This poses a problem, considering I just bought a house with over $4000 worth of appliances and furniture, reducing my savings to almost nothing. Certainly not enough to cover that amount. Which means, for the first time in my life, I am going to have to incur credit-card debt. At a whopping 19% annual rate, this kills me but I have no choice since I have no lines of credit or overdrafts to fall back on. It makes me feel vulnerable, partly because it reminds me how something completely unexpected can put me in such a sticky spot.

Oh well. That's life. As a result of this unforeseen accident, I've had to cut short my month-long rotation in orthopaedics out in Corner Brook. Is this a bad thing? Not really because I wasn't enjoying it. But I'll have to go back out there sometime to finish it. I'm kind of glad to be back in town, though I wish it hadn't happened this way.

In other news - life outside of work looks like it's becoming fairly interesting - and busy. I need to study and I know this and I tell myself every day I need to get down to it but I just feel so.... uninterested in studying medicine these days. I think I'm just tired of the continuous grind of working and yet having to balance the learning with the working. But the exams are in September - and I'll be the attending in July. So I have to. But where oh where is there the time to do it in between sleeping, watching TV, going out, playing cello, singing in the Philharmonic Choir and snuggling with Miko?

OK, I admit - there is the time. The inclination though is lacking. I have to buck up. Must. Buck. Up. It would be such a shame to flunk these exams now after so many years of work. As my friend said, it's sort of like being pregnant. The closer you get to the end, the more you can't wait for it to be over with.

Blah.