So how lucky am I??

Ok I have decided I must LOVEdrama. Because nothing I do is drama free seriously. You would think a quite drive to work on a Monday morning would be a possibility but not for me, let me explain:
I am throwing myself a lovely pitty party decorations and all, you know the usual I love my job in Idaho I don't really want to move, then I counter that with Idaho is too cold (temp was a scorching 20 degrees)at least Texas is warm. Just as I come to the light and stop only half a block from work. And BAM I get hit from behind then because I love drama I managed to hit the guy in front of me. So we had a Natalie sandwich. It was fun!! Then the girl who hit me comes out to see if I'm OK and wants to just give me her number she has some where to be. I said umm I will be calling the police and do then she needs to use my cell to call the hospital yup folks the hospital. She just gave birth to a baby exactly one week earlier and she was headed to feed him in the NICU. Why couldn't it have been some creep to hit me why a very nice lady with a sad story. So now I can't do anything except wait for the police oh ya the guy I hit is cool too. Crazy Idaho folks no one gets mad just as nice as can be (kinda creepy huh)!!
I called work and told them I would be a little late getting in because of my sandwich situation. First they pittyed me appropriately then they laughed you see it was my first day back after my trip to Texas and my second accident in less than six months. I was kinda hit by a semi in October actually backed into by a semi in October. So anyway everyone who wasn't already at the office had to drive by and see me in a wreck so they all called and or text to get the low down and again as soon as they found out that I was OK they laughed.
So after the police said I could go I went to the Redi Care place instead of the ER (which was across the street) unfortunately the were not ready to care and I spent the next forever there getting x rays and such done. So I left for work at 7:45am and actually reached work at 12:15pm.
I get to my day job and everyone is back to feeling sorry for me because I move like an idiot. Then I have to go teach my aerobics class yes folk aerobics after a car accident is probably not a good idea but no one could cover my class for me.
All said and done I think the old man car is on its last leg, it looks ok just broken bumpers and scratched up the trunk is a little smaller and the doors are drafty but heck the thing is paid for. So it will be just fine.
As for me I am fine no worse for wear I guess, and evidently long winded.