"Don't freak out, but..."
Followed up by quite possibly the worst possible phrase:
"Your dad was in an accident and is being taken to the hospital by ambulance."
Needless to say, I freaked out. I was terrified. My mom didn't have much besides what the medic said, which also wasn't much. It was basically composed of an assurance from my dad that he was alright, which if you know my dad seriously doesn't mean anything. At all. My dad could have had his arm chopped off and he would tell people he had a slight flesh wound.
So him saying he was alright, yet complaining of neck and back pain, was terrifying. Want to know what happened (as far as we know)?
My dad decided to go help out some members in our ward even though he was tired and just wanted to sit on his butt and play Farmville (I added that very last part. It's true though...) but he knew he needed to go and help them out. So he was on a normal yet semi-busy two lane road, minding his own bees wax when a lady decided she wanted to get to the other side of the road. Think of a chicken. Unfortunately for both her and my dad, it wasn't a good time to go and she hit my dad. Right on the driver's side door. Mind you he wasn't in a truck or an SUV, but our PT Cruiser (which is obviously a beast and cursed since I wrecked it last summer...). Airbags deployed and my dad got hurt.
When they took him to the ER, it took foreverrrr to get the results back for his x-rays, so for a long time all we knew was that he (while wearing an uncomfortable neck brace) burned his right arm and most likely broke his left wrist.
It was so hard not being home today. He already had to go to the ER back in March or April after playing volleyball with adults in the ward, and that was hard enough. But today, not knowing exactly how he was and not being there with him was terrible. I cried a lot and said a lot of prayers.
Finally, the results came back and mostly everything was fine. He did indeed break his wrist and the only other injuries he sustained were the burn on his arm, which he says doesn't hurt, and some soreness, which should be expected really. It is seriously such a huge blessing that he wasn't hurt worse and I know that all of the prayers offered up today played a role in that.
Now, we just have to worry about whether or not the car is totaled...
BUT! My dad is okay, and he still gets to go to St. Augustine this weekend with my mom and a bunch of other people for a wedding! He'll even fit in with this weekend's colors...
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