It's been just over a month since my car wreck. I still have bruises and knots and pain. But I no longer have my little Ruby Kicks. She was condemned to the scrap pile. I'm also stuck with trying to decipher exactly how much money I owe the hospital. That in itself is giving me a headache. And the attorney I hired, well, I won't call any names. Just know that one call "ain't" all. These were taken the day of the wreck. I'm not sharing the worst one since it might be construed an nude. Let's just say that the top of the breast was the tip of the iceberg. I'm trying to find humor in the incident. I guess the fact that it happened on April Fool's Day and that my natural airbags might have kept me from getting broken ribs will have to suffice. I'm writing a narrative with pics for insurance and legal, but it might only serve to remind my posterity that I'm a touch lady!