Off to Illinois today. Finally. It's Deposition Time. Time to experience one more part of the legal process that I would really rather know nothing about. Something I've been dreading, but also looking forward to. I just need to have it behind me, rather than having it hanging over my head, lurking in the back of my mind just waiting to pounce. 3 1/2 years ago a drunk on a motorcycle hit the side of my car when I was making a left-hand turn. Not a good idea to try and pass a turning car. When asked if I was going to sue him, my thought was that he was guilty of poor judgement, had caused an accident, and had suffered enough. No, I was not going to sue him. I just wanted this behind me. A year later he sued ME.
Amazing how long this whole process takes, but it's finally here. At least the deposition time is here. I spent the first year after the accident trying to put it out of my mind, and the next 2 1/2 reliving the details, filling out reports, trying not to forget anything. Today I will re-drive the route I took that day, refreshing my memory, perhaps (I hope) exorcising evil spirits. Tomorrow I will meet with the attorneys for both sides, mine selected by my insurance company. Then, what will be will be.
Argus is riding along with me as my personal Therapy Dog. He can't hold my hand through this, but he's great company, and always knows how to make me laugh. And dinner with Meg, Mike & Laura gives me something to look forward to. Haven't seen nearly enough of them this year.
I will get through this. Wish me luck, please.