K took me out for coffee this morning. I'm trying to spend more time up and around each day.
I was talking to him about how long it might take for me to process our accident emotionally when the barista asked how we both ended up in arm casts. I usually say we were in an accident but K feels better explaining that someone cut us off - and I get that. If I had been driving I'd want people to know the accident wasn't my fault. The barista was very kind and offered a blessing while another customer banged into my arm rushing for his coffee. (Note to me: I'm not really ready to be out in the world alone.)
We started to walk across the street toward our first errand of the day when we were recognized by one of my readers. I've never been recognized before but, I suppose, a couple with two arm casts is pretty easy to spot, We had a nice visit - she's lovely and it's fun knowing she's nearby.
Stop two was the pharmacy. Everyone at the pharmacy seemed to know what had happened - they've certainly filled a lot of presciptions, and they were eager to wish us well.
It was starting to feel like a long morning.
The last stop was the garden center where we ran into a friend whose kids were in school with Middle and Youngest. More explaining plus catching up. Inside the garden center one of the employees stopped me to ask how we were. He was at the accident and had seen it happen. It was very difficult for me as he was clearly very upset. Inside the store, his boss said that our witness was visibly shaken all day that day and had cried when he was back at the store talking about us.
On one hand, I guess having conversations about what happened to us helps me come to terms with it.
On the other hand, I'm exhausted.