The Prodical Car

My car has returned home to me! I'm so happy. There are no words to describe the stress I was feeling while I waited to find out what was going to happen next.

Two weeks I waited. Two weeks of wondering. Two weeks of worrying. Two weeks of driving Derrick's crappy hunk of junk, never sure if the next time it died I'd be able to get it started again.

When I got the call that I could rescue my car and bring it back home, I was so relieved and happy. I picked it up, filled it with the expensive Chevron high-quality gas, and brought it home to it's waiting parking spot. I tucked it in and kissed it good night.

Just kidding.

Or am I?

A few hours later, the stress that I had been holding in check for two weeks finally caught up with me and my poor body gave up. Migraine, body aches, tight muscles all came crashing down upon me in one swoop.

But it doesn't matter. I'm relieved. Something finally went right for me.