So I got hit by a car (I was in my car but it was a direct t-bone to my door I was behind). It was really bad. Traumatic to say the very least.
I got a concussion, elbow is all messed up, entire body is scratched and bruised, and my POV is totalled. The post office helped me 0%. No one knew what to do or where to go or what I had to fill out.
Got into contact with the union and played phone tag with them on how to fill out all this shit you have to fill out for the department of labor and USPS to lift a pinky finger to help you at all or give you any time to heal. Meanwhile I still have a concussion and I am suffering and all I can do is cry, be in pain, and cry more.. and get texts from people asking me when I’ll be ready to deliver more mail.
I went to an urgent care, and because they didn’t have the case number or whatever the hell, USPS would not authorize me to be seen because I guess they have to authorize it so that it’s official or whatever. So I ended up having to be seen on my own and now I am responsible for the bill at this urgent care (only place I could get into any time soon) if workers comp doesn’t help me because they could deny it of something.
Played phone tag again with some workers comp guy. He goes on lunch so I had to sit in the urgent care waiting room until he was back and then he called me back. Meanwhile… STILL IN PAIN. Just sitting there in tears feeling stupid.
He told me I could go and be seen without the case number or whatever but then the urgent care was like “no we can’t do that because USPS didn’t authorize it” so then I call him again. Back and forth back and forth. I gave up and like I said.. went on my own. Me myself and I, and my personal insurance can’t help either since it happened at work (that’s what the urgent care said).
Long story and a lot of anxiety, pain, severe depression, and phone tag later… I am seen and I am told I have a concussion (well yeah..) and that my arm is swollen and messed up and that I will be stiff and in pain for quite some time. They gave me something to help a little bit and sent me home.
It took hours to get these people to help me or to know what to do. My postmaster as about as helpful as a bag of hammers. No one else at my small office knew how to help or anything. No one did the paperwork they were supposed to do, and no one seems to know how or when to do anything so it all falls on me, the concussed one, to figure it out which makes my head hurt that much worse.
I’ve just had it. Like I don’t even know if it’s worth sticking around and trying to get another vehicle that the post office will not help me get cause it’s a POV office. One of the carriers texted me telling me I might as well just leave and that the job isn’t for me and to “take it as a sign”. Right after my crash I get that message. What the actual fuck is wrong with people? I had a door crush into me at 60mph and I should be a lot more broken than I already am.. and then someone does that? WTF? I’m just so done.
I am not shocked. It’s the government. But this is the biggest shit show I’ve ever seen. They might as well have shoved a clipboard in my hand while I lay on the grass next to my car and asked me to give them a “statement”.
I’m so broken, physically, emotionally.. I don’t know what to do. My car is done. That was my only car. I don’t have money for another car. I don’t know what to do anymore. I don’t even know why I’m here typing this at all. Probably should just delete it.
P.S. I was found at fault because I was delivering and trying to cross the road to safety when this big truck came flying down the road going at least 60+. At least.. from the damage. My car crumpled like a tin can. I didn’t even see the truck before it hit me. I looked and there was no one there but it doesn’t even matter. I was in the way. It was my fault. I should have not tried to cross there. I should have known someone could be speeding and I’d never see them come over the hill. The hill was just tall enough to cover one car.