The steady click,click, gnawing (precisely like a mouse,and believe me,I know mice) emitting from my car's hood wasn't diminishing. Quite the contrary, it was growing to epic proportions as my car creaked-groaned its way up the hill, onto the interstate.
My temperature gauge climbed as well-well into the "hot" zone. I eased off on the gas, trying to give it a break, but no go, in a couple of seconds, it would exceed the max reading. Panic- slow down, get off on shoulder. Put emergency blinkers on.
And then I see the lights. Blue, flashing, lovely lights. Cops!
Try not to hyperventilate, check blood sugar. I cannot be low, I cannot be low-visions of being hypoglycemic in a jail cell dance through my mind.
135. Not low.
"Maam, is something the matter?" the concerned cop asks.
"My car is overheating."
"Do you need me to call anyone?"
"I'm going to try to call my parents."
He nods, circles the car.
"Are you a student?"
"Noo...."
"I'm asking because nothing on your car is legal. You need to pull up to the guardrail,this isn't a good spot to be parked."
Pull up. Open glove compartment, flash state stickers in cops face.
"See, I'm legal. Just haven't put them on yet."
"Ok. Where do your folks live?"
"20 minutes down the road."
Can't reach my dad on his cellphone, so agree to have vehicle towed. 5 minutes later, my dad calls back. Towtruck shows up.
"You should be good now."
Cops are generally wonderful people..servants of the public and all that but man they make me so nervous. I stutter, drop things, and act like an idiot(even when I'm NOT low)
Towed to shop, 2 hours (and many $$'s) later- thermostat replaced, gasket replaced. Good as new. Annoying thing is, I'd just had my car serviced 3 days previously and they didn't say a word(maybe it isn't something you can tell is going to happen).
I'm glad this didn't turn into the D edition of "Cops" (it did once, same breakdown spot,cop told the towtruck to take me to the Subway + get food into me before anything else). Ahh, the situations one can find one self in.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
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yikes. That stressful situation might send my bg through the roof.
I am glad they were nice and all worked out okay, despite having to spend money of the car, which stinks.
It could've been a lot worse, so thank goodness for that, at least.
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