Anxious Moments

Around 10pm on Wednesday night, I had an anxiety attack.  The second one I've ever had in my life.  This was no hyperventilating let-me-out-of-this-situation attack, this was a fullblown, "OMG, I think my heart is exploding" attack of pain, which of course exacerbated the anxiety ("Am I dying?") which made it all worse.

Fun night.

I think I know why I had the attack.  I've been trying to get a hold of the guy who hit my car in order to get it fixed and back on the road.  And now I think I understand why it took so long for the police to interview him - he's not answering his phone,  not returning voicemails, nothing.  And it's getting frustrating.  It's been over three months since he rammed my car and drove off into the night, and I'm sick of seeing that sad little vehicle sitting folornly in my garage.

I even called to tell him I'll sic lawyers on to him if I have to, but still radio silence.

Enough is enough, I think.  I need to call the insurance company and get their lawyers on to this guy so I can be independently mobile once more.  Is getting insurance details really too much to ask?

[edit] Good News! As I was about to pick up the phone to get the lawyer's details, I got a call from the other driver's insurance people, and my poor little sad car will hopefully be at the repairers on Monday or Tuesday!