Well, well, well.
What a day I've had. I had a jury duty summons for 1 pm. So I wanted to go in and get some work done. On my way to work, someone apparently didn't like me daring to pull out in front of him, and came FLYING up behind me, then whipped around me. For anyone who missed the thread, I was at the scene and assisting ems with a horrific wreck that JM and our ds14 witnessed. A 21 yo died and his 23 yo brother remains in critical care. It was absolutely horrible. Devastating. i held this boy's head for 20 minutes while the life just left him. This was the 2nd awful accident scene I have witnessed in the past 6 months. Both wrecks were due to speed and careless driving.
So when the truck flew past me this morning, I had a complete meltdown panic attack. I burst into tears and sat on the side the road, sobbing for a few minutes until I could pull myself back together. Almost identical thing happened at lunch while I was driving to the courthouse. I called my IC and the only thing they had was time for a phone session at 445 pm.
So, I get to the courthouse, sit thru 2 hrs of paper shuffling and they start to pull for the jury. They pulled 35 names. Mine was #9. They asked a whole bunch of questions for disqualification and exemption but none of them applied to me. They told us if we wanted to speak privately to the judge, we could. I was just hoping not to get picked. I finally went to a bailiff when they were going thru preliminary stuff with the lawyers and I told him I wasn't sure how or when I should speak up but that I was dealing with a big trauma and panic attacks and was supposed to talk to my therapist at 445. He leaves, then calls us all back to the courtroom. He gave me a wink and thumbs up when I walked in. Then they started calling the names of the jury. Mine was called. I was pretty upset but tried to just roll with it. They took us to the jury room and told us to elect a foreman.
Then the same bailiff came and asked me my name. I told him. He looked flustered and left. Came back a few minutes later and took us back to the courtroom. The judge apologized and said he'd never had to do this in 22 years, but was dismissing the entire jury and would have to start over. Then he asked Mrs. SSC to raise her hand, which I did. He said, "Would you please stay here for a moment after everyone leaves? ". Seems that he had intended to excuse me for the week but got confused and excused the wrong person. They didn't realize it till the bailiff recognized me in the jury room.
So, I'm excused for the week, and all the others were pissed at wasting a whole afternoon.
And I just want to be able to drive without freaking out and falling apart every time someone drives like a dick. And I really want to sleep without seeing mangled legs and arms and empty eyes staring at me.