Crash
Tuesday afternoon I took one step out of the shower when the phone began ringing.
It was Cory.
He was frantic.
He said he’d been in an accident and it was bad.
This was the day when we had the severe storms in our area.
So I ripped the towel off my head, threw on sweatpants and a t-shirt and ran out the door.
I found him about 2 miles from home on a back road named Big Hurricane (with very good reason).
Picture a roller coaster in slow motion. Seriously, you can’t go fast on these roads or you’ll end up just like this:
He hit his noggin on the steering wheel and split it open just enough to need sutures.
. . .or if you really dislike needles you may be able to talk the ER into gluing it shut. Just like this:
He hasn’t been in too much pain.
Afterwards when we arrived home I went to check on his car and to call the tow truck, but some very helpful person had already done that for us so we had to search and found it at impound. Someone also helped him or herself to the new guitar that I’d just gotten him for his birthday.
I think that was more painful than the wound.
