Not Again

Saturday morning I was laying in bed reading after sleeping in.  I was enjoying the rest because of being so sick all week and not really sleeping well.  I was also happy knowing that Mr. Lime and Calypso were out enjoying a daddy/daughter breakfast date together.

Then the phone rang.

Calypso was sobbing and barely understandable.


We were driving and Daddy started to drift into the other lane and I looked over.  His eyes were rolled back in his head and he was shaking and then we hit the curb.  And he wouldn't wake up and I didn't know what to do.  I called 911.

You did the right thing, baby.  Where are you now?  Where is Daddy?  Are you ok?  Is he ok?


He's awake but confused and he doesn't want to go the hospital.  What do I do?


It's ok.  Don't worry.  He has no choice in this.  He's going.  911 will send the police and an ambulance.  They will get him there.  I'm coming to you now.


The police are here now.

I spoke to the officer, then to Calypso again before hurriedly dressing and driving as carefully as I could through the falling snow that was slickening the roads anew to reach the scene of the accident.  The van was being hauled onto a flat-bed trailer.  Calypso emerged from another car.  A friend had happened upon the accident and saw her and Mr. Lime.  She stayed with us until the ambulance was ready to take Mr. Lime to the hospital.  Mr. Lime was white as a sheet, still disoriented, and weak.  Calypso was quite shaken.  After 8 hours at the ER it was determined that Mr. Lime had a seizure at the wheel which means he now has his driver's license suspended until he is seizure free for 6 months.  It also means lots of testing to try to determine the cause of the seizure.

Mr. Lime is really down about the driver's license and had screwy reactions to the meds they gave him.  Calypso, who has been under so much stress for so many months already, is seeming fragile, for a lack of a  better word.

I need to do Da Count before I close or else I will dissolve in a puddle of tears myself so here goes...

1. They were not physically injured in any serious way, though I intend to have the chiropractor check them out.
2. They did not hit any other cars or people.
3. They were driving Gracie the Bondo Queen that was already bashed in from me hitting the deer in November so it wasn't Jezebel or Leon that were damaged.
4. The officer was very compassionate and understanding.
5. The friend who drove by and stopped to provide comfort for Calypso in the midst of the chaos.
6. The youth pastor and his family who came to the ER and then took Calypso home so she could rest rather than sit around in the ER all day long.  They also brought us dinner.
7. The ER doc and the neurologist, in spite of the ER being jammed packed, took plenty of time to do examinations and answer questions.
8. The 2 nurses we had also had a wonderful demeanor.
9. Upon our release we went back to the scene of the accident to try to find Mr. Lime's glasses...in the dark in 3 inches of snow which accumulated since the accident...because he was wearing them there but they didn't make it to the ER.  We gave up and knocked on the door of the closest house to ask if we could leave out number in case glasses presented themselves as snow melted.  Turns out it was the local DA who said not only could we leave out number but he'd look in the morning and he'd call the police to ask the officer if he had them in his car....since I had called the station and gotten nowhere.  He said, "Don't worry.  They take my calls and take them seriously."
10. The love of family and friends.


I welcome prayers, good thoughts, positive energy...though I am tired of having need for it.