Vacation Part II: The ER Wedding
We tried to sleep in on Saturday the 28th (first day of vacation). It sort of worked. I'm learning that it's harder and harder to sleep in the older you get. It's even more true with a baby. It just so happens that Izzie usually eats around 6 or 7 am. I miss the good old days when I could sleep until 11:00am.
The 28th was my Dad and step moms 10th anniversary, so they decided to renew their vows. A bunch of family and friends came to their house. It was a lot of fun.
It was also the first time that My dad's mom (Grandma Chris) got to hold Izzie. It's her first great-grandchild. She was thrilled, and I know I saw some tears welling up.
My sisters:
Here's the Family:
Lynnell, Izzie, Me, Sam, Tonia (step mom), Hannah, Sydnie, Alex, Dad and Derek (my bro).
Just shortly after the last picture was taken, my brother hit my step mom's brother up for a ride on his new bike. It's a Suzuki GSX-R 1000. Uber fast and uber sweet. Tony handed him the keys and D was off. I was jealous that he got to go first, and I could barely contain myself to wait until he got back so I could ride it. I love crotch rockets, and I can't wait until I am lucky enough to have one of my own. Well, D didn't come back. About 15 minutes later some strange lady showed up and informed my dad that my brother had been in an accident. It took my dad, Tony and myself about 30 seconds to get across the yard and pull out of the driveway. The lady told us where he was, so we shot over there like a bullet (well, maybe not that fast...but it was as fast as we could go in a late '90s mini van.
When we got there D was sitting on the side of the road in a pool of blood. We all piled out of the van and swarmed around him. It didn't take but a few seconds to determine that he would be fine (huge relief). Then we tried to figure out what was wrong, how he felt, and what happened. First thoughts were: broken arm, bad cuts on the face and possible broken leg.
We helped him up and into the van and then headed back to dad's house. On the way we decided that I would take D to the ER. Dad needed to get back to the wedding party (it had only been going on for about an hour at this point). I couldn't blame him, and I know that D understood.
So off too the ER we went. We pulled up and as I ran inside, I saw a truck pull in behind us. As I can out with a wheelchair, the guy driving the truck went running in. As I pushed my brother into the hospital, the guy driving the truck came running out with a wheelchair. He showed up just behind us at the desk. Turns out the guy with him rolled his Jeep over and tried to stop it with his leg. From the looks of his leg, it didn't work.
Not too long after we arrived the paper work started. Obviously the most important thing in the ER is that the hospital gets paid. Then they started attending to D. He was in a lot of pain. It was at this point that he discovered that his arm was feeling a lot better. He said that when he got out of the van, he heard a big POP come from his shoulder. The doctor said that it was most likely dislocated and that it popped back in when he got out of the van.
They couldn't give him any pain meds because of his head injuries. They didn't know if he had any head trauma or not. X-rays were next. Turns out he broke his leg.
It was only the fibula, so not too major. D said it didn't feel any better than any other broken bone. There was tons of swelling in his ankle and foot from it. It looked worse than it was. (do you like how I just dismissed the severity of a broken leg...brilliant.)
When we got back from x-ray we were greeted by a sheriff. The hospital was kind enough to call them in for us (JERKS). Then I found out that they legally had to report the accident if we hadn't (we hadn't). So, maybe they weren't jerks, but it was still a bummer. My brother was wearing his wedding clothes (shirt, slacks and dress shoes), so he didn't remember to grab his ID. Because he was driving without a license, the cop wanted to cite him for driving without proper ID. He was also going to cite him for leaving the scene of an accident (what a great guy). In the end, he did turn out to be a great guy. D didn't get cited for anything. The cop said that he understood the situation and as a fellow bike rider, he was just bummed that D scratched up the bike (his words ... not mine).
Not too long after the officer left, my mom and step dad arrived. Mom was devastated that her little boy was in a motorcycle accident and wasn't wearing a helmet. She was thinking the worst I'm sure. After she got there and saw him, the tears stopped. She knew, just as I did, that D would be ok.
After the doctor was done stabilizing the guy with the crushed leg, she came back to tend to Derek's wounds.
She stitched him up nicely, and sent us on our way. In the end D was pretty happy that it wasn't worse (the rest of us were probably more relieved and thankful). God was good to us on this day.
As we left the hospital some guy was headed in with a chainsaw wound to his leg. I guess the ER doc was right; things don't get busy until it's time for her to go home.
Mom and Alan took D back to Spokane with them, and I went home to be with my wife and baby.
D wasn't wearing a helmet when he wrecked the bike. From the looks of the marks in the road and dirt, I would say he was doing at least 50 or 60 MPH when he went off the road (he probably had cut his speed in half at that point). When he went off the road, he hit a 3" dirt mound (that I would say saved his life... you'll have to believe me) and then ricocheted into a steel post, metal mesh fence. The dirt mound threw him over the front of the bike. I think that his face hit the mirror of the bike. D hit the fence and the bike slid about 30 feet. D probably slid quite a bit too by the looks of the road rash (or should I say gravel rash). The end result was a dislocated left arm, broken right leg, broken nose, bruises, rashes and some pretty wicked facial cuts. He may not have been wearing a helmet, but he did have his protective eye wear on.
Thank God that there was a lady driving down the road at that time. She saw the whole thing. She said that as soon as the dust settled, D got up and staggered up to the road. She rushed over to see if he was ok. He told her to go get my dad because he had left his cell phone in his car with his wallet. Thanks God.
This day was Izzie's first wedding and first accident experience. It was also the first time that put herin a sleeper. It was so darn cute. She's such a beautiful girl. I can't express how much she already means to me and how much I love her.
That was day 2 and I saw that it was VERY GOOD. I still have my brother.
The 28th was my Dad and step moms 10th anniversary, so they decided to renew their vows. A bunch of family and friends came to their house. It was a lot of fun.
It was also the first time that My dad's mom (Grandma Chris) got to hold Izzie. It's her first great-grandchild. She was thrilled, and I know I saw some tears welling up.
My sisters:
Here's the Family:
Lynnell, Izzie, Me, Sam, Tonia (step mom), Hannah, Sydnie, Alex, Dad and Derek (my bro).
Just shortly after the last picture was taken, my brother hit my step mom's brother up for a ride on his new bike. It's a Suzuki GSX-R 1000. Uber fast and uber sweet. Tony handed him the keys and D was off. I was jealous that he got to go first, and I could barely contain myself to wait until he got back so I could ride it. I love crotch rockets, and I can't wait until I am lucky enough to have one of my own. Well, D didn't come back. About 15 minutes later some strange lady showed up and informed my dad that my brother had been in an accident. It took my dad, Tony and myself about 30 seconds to get across the yard and pull out of the driveway. The lady told us where he was, so we shot over there like a bullet (well, maybe not that fast...but it was as fast as we could go in a late '90s mini van.
When we got there D was sitting on the side of the road in a pool of blood. We all piled out of the van and swarmed around him. It didn't take but a few seconds to determine that he would be fine (huge relief). Then we tried to figure out what was wrong, how he felt, and what happened. First thoughts were: broken arm, bad cuts on the face and possible broken leg.
We helped him up and into the van and then headed back to dad's house. On the way we decided that I would take D to the ER. Dad needed to get back to the wedding party (it had only been going on for about an hour at this point). I couldn't blame him, and I know that D understood.
So off too the ER we went. We pulled up and as I ran inside, I saw a truck pull in behind us. As I can out with a wheelchair, the guy driving the truck went running in. As I pushed my brother into the hospital, the guy driving the truck came running out with a wheelchair. He showed up just behind us at the desk. Turns out the guy with him rolled his Jeep over and tried to stop it with his leg. From the looks of his leg, it didn't work.
Not too long after we arrived the paper work started. Obviously the most important thing in the ER is that the hospital gets paid. Then they started attending to D. He was in a lot of pain. It was at this point that he discovered that his arm was feeling a lot better. He said that when he got out of the van, he heard a big POP come from his shoulder. The doctor said that it was most likely dislocated and that it popped back in when he got out of the van.
They couldn't give him any pain meds because of his head injuries. They didn't know if he had any head trauma or not. X-rays were next. Turns out he broke his leg.
It was only the fibula, so not too major. D said it didn't feel any better than any other broken bone. There was tons of swelling in his ankle and foot from it. It looked worse than it was. (do you like how I just dismissed the severity of a broken leg...brilliant.)
When we got back from x-ray we were greeted by a sheriff. The hospital was kind enough to call them in for us (JERKS). Then I found out that they legally had to report the accident if we hadn't (we hadn't). So, maybe they weren't jerks, but it was still a bummer. My brother was wearing his wedding clothes (shirt, slacks and dress shoes), so he didn't remember to grab his ID. Because he was driving without a license, the cop wanted to cite him for driving without proper ID. He was also going to cite him for leaving the scene of an accident (what a great guy). In the end, he did turn out to be a great guy. D didn't get cited for anything. The cop said that he understood the situation and as a fellow bike rider, he was just bummed that D scratched up the bike (his words ... not mine).
Not too long after the officer left, my mom and step dad arrived. Mom was devastated that her little boy was in a motorcycle accident and wasn't wearing a helmet. She was thinking the worst I'm sure. After she got there and saw him, the tears stopped. She knew, just as I did, that D would be ok.
After the doctor was done stabilizing the guy with the crushed leg, she came back to tend to Derek's wounds.
She stitched him up nicely, and sent us on our way. In the end D was pretty happy that it wasn't worse (the rest of us were probably more relieved and thankful). God was good to us on this day.
As we left the hospital some guy was headed in with a chainsaw wound to his leg. I guess the ER doc was right; things don't get busy until it's time for her to go home.
Mom and Alan took D back to Spokane with them, and I went home to be with my wife and baby.
D wasn't wearing a helmet when he wrecked the bike. From the looks of the marks in the road and dirt, I would say he was doing at least 50 or 60 MPH when he went off the road (he probably had cut his speed in half at that point). When he went off the road, he hit a 3" dirt mound (that I would say saved his life... you'll have to believe me) and then ricocheted into a steel post, metal mesh fence. The dirt mound threw him over the front of the bike. I think that his face hit the mirror of the bike. D hit the fence and the bike slid about 30 feet. D probably slid quite a bit too by the looks of the road rash (or should I say gravel rash). The end result was a dislocated left arm, broken right leg, broken nose, bruises, rashes and some pretty wicked facial cuts. He may not have been wearing a helmet, but he did have his protective eye wear on.
Thank God that there was a lady driving down the road at that time. She saw the whole thing. She said that as soon as the dust settled, D got up and staggered up to the road. She rushed over to see if he was ok. He told her to go get my dad because he had left his cell phone in his car with his wallet. Thanks God.
This day was Izzie's first wedding and first accident experience. It was also the first time that put herin a sleeper. It was so darn cute. She's such a beautiful girl. I can't express how much she already means to me and how much I love her.
That was day 2 and I saw that it was VERY GOOD. I still have my brother.
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