Gypsy, just be really, really, REALLY careful when you're driving, when you're coughing (and sneezing) that way, and tired/out of it. Seriously.
Back in 2001, I had the most horrific day of my life. I was driving my niece and two Smooth Collies to a dog show weekend at the beach. I have always had allergies, and was also getting over what I thought was just a cold. I still had a cough. Sometimes, the cough would get really bad, so bad that I could barely breathe or catch my breath. And that would make me really, really dizzy ~ like vertigo dizzy. Before this trip, I'd actually had to pull over a couple of times to catch my breath and recover from temporary dizziness when driving around town. It was scary, but I thought I'd be OK.
I wasn't.
I got one of those coughing jags while cruising down the highway at about 70 mph. It got bad. Really bad. Apparently so bad that this time I passed out from not being able to catch my breath and the vertigo. When I came to, my mini-van was sitting on it's butt end, nearly but not quite vertical, against a bridge abutment some distance off the freeway. A fire was starting under the hood. My niece and I had to jump out the driver's door, and it was a long way down because the front end of the car was so far up in the air. The passenger's side was up against thick/heavy brush.
We were exceptionally fortunate that two other drivers, who stopped to help, were an off-duty cop and an off-duty ER nurse.
We couldn't get the Collies, who were riding in the back of the van of course, out via the sliding door, because the van only had a sliding door on the passenger's side, which, as I noted, was blocked. And, as also mentioned, the car was sitting on it's back hatch so we couldn't get them out that way, either. Right after helping me & my niece out, the cop tried to get in and get the Collies through the driver's door, but the fire was spreading too fast and he had to run. All of this happened in a very short timeframe.
I stood there and watched my car explode in a giant fireball, with my two precious Collies still inside.
That day pretty much ruined the next many years of my life. I am deeply damaged and haunted by it still.
I can't even begin to imagine if anything had happened to my niece, too, who was only 15 at the time. Or, if I had hit/injured/killed another driver.
Turns out I had whooping cough and didn't know it. I wish with all my heart I hadn't taken that trip when I was coughing like that.
Please... please please please be careful... especially if you're driving with your sweet doggies. I wouldn't wish the hell I went through on anyone. {hugs}
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