a car wreck, a hospital, and how it is george bush's fault

This is the tale of my ridiculous day that sucked but could have been much much worse:
We were trying to get to our regular appointment at the hospital this morning but the police were blockading every single intersection along one street such that a person could absolutely not cross into downtown. It was impossible to get to the hospital and we were forced way out of our way in attempt to find a way around the blockade. All of the driving the wrong way and being stuck in traffic caused our gas tank to be dangerously low, so we sought to pull into a gas station. In the process we were hit passenger side, maybe 30 miles per hour. I screamed. I bumped my head and got jostled around. Tim had a bit of whiplash. Our car got a huge huge crack. But we seemed to be ok. Baby seemed to be ok. But as I am due tomorrow, I took a ride to the hospital in an ambulance (which they let through the blockade) and was wheeled through ER to labor and delivery where I sat for about three hours in bed on monitors. All this was not enough to put me into labor, and as everything seemed fine they let me go. Oh, and the blockade was for Bush who was in town today. Damn him.