I'm going to be away from blogging for a bit, and I wanted to fill all of you in so no one thinks I've fallen off the face of the earth. (Although we currently have tornadoes and earthquakes going on at the same time here in Oklahoma so it's entirely possible.)
You may or may not have heard me talk about the auto accident I was in almost two years ago. I was less than 2 miles from my house. An obviously distracted 20 year old girl failed to yield and turned out in front of me. I was driving a large SUV and she was in a small car. To give you an idea of the magnitude of the crash, ALL of the airbags in my vehicle deployed and I was the only occupant of the vehicle. When I kind of "came to" and realized what had happend through all of the smoke, and powder from airbags, a kind lady who happened to be a nurse was at my window, along with two very kind college-aged boys. My first reaction was to get out of my car and check on the other driver, but my right knee wouldn't move.
(WARNING: If you're easily grossed out, it's time to stop reading.)
In fact it wouldn't bend at all because the knee cap was sticking out of my pants. The skin wasn't broken, it was just this very weird, very not-supposed to be there bump. Of course I was crying from pain, but mostly I was crying because I wanted my husband. The young men were kind enough to move my seat back to get me away from the dashboard and steering wheel, and the nurse tended to my cuts and abrasions and tried to calm me down. Then the boys looked allover my vehicle and gathered up the contents of my purse that had scattered everywhere. Finally, they found my cell phone. The nurse took charge, grabbed my phone, calmly explained the situation to my husband and in about 12 seconds flat he was at my window.
Now I've told you before my hubby is a guy's guy. He's always been an athlete, and had his fair share of sports-related injuries. He's a very calm, level-headed person. I've known him since 9th grade. And when I looked at him he was 94 shades of white and had the collar of his sweatshirt pulled up around his face like he was watching a scary movie. It was quite an experience being extricated from my car. The most vivid memory I have of the entire event is looking around as they removed me to a stretcher and seeing smoke and glass everywhere in the headlights. And the girl that hit me, standing in the street, wrapped in a leopard-print fleece blanket with her mother's arm around her screaming at the top of her lungs, "MY CAR, LOOK AT MY CAR!!!" She didn't have a scratch on her, and according to the police officer on the scene, she was at fault. The only other thing I remember before being loaded into the ambulance was my husband's voice yelling, "MY WIFE, LOOK AT MY WIFE!!!" (He's a man of few words, but they are pretty funny words.)