When I was still working, I drove 70 miles each way from Terre Haute to Indianapolis on I-70. An old friend of mine owned a trucking company that basically put drivers and shippers together all over the US. He told me the stretch of highway I drove was the most dangerous drive in the entire country. And I told him I 100% believe him.
Every single day for 8 years there was some kind of crazy accident or some crazy driver causing problems. I saw a semi driving with the entire trailer engulfed in flames. Sheets of stainless steel about 4' x 6' flying out of the side of a trailer through a huge gaping hole where a skid fell over, and these sheets were flying through the air like giant playing cards, and 4 lanes if traffic doing 70+ mph behind him. 12" x 12" x 2 foot long blocks of wood unsecured and flying off a flatbed, and I was nearly ran off the road a dozen or more times by people trying to merge into me. One crazy sob passed me in 12" of snow on 465 (the loop around Indy) and did a 360° spin and plastered his car against the left side retaining wall, missing me in a Hyundai Accent by inches.
These days, my disability basically has me homebound. I kinda prefer not to socialize with the public anyway, and that includes my neighbors, and even some of my own familiy for various reasons. I hate drama, and drama seems to be the way of the world these days. Going to the doc stresses me out so bad, by the time I get there they want to put me on blood pressure meds. No thanks. My blood pressure medication is my recliner and a locked door.