Sunday, May 6, 2012


It's been a long weekend. One that I will be content to end. I did finish school. HOORAY!
Sadly, my "happy weekend" was much different than I expected. Yesterday afternoon, I climbed out of the shower after a long morning with the boys I watch at their soccer games. After drying off and getting dressed, I checked my phone. I had a message from my boyfriend, David, saying he had been in an accident, and was one his way to the hospital. I promptly called his mom, asked what happened and headed to the hospital.

David had been riding his motorcycle, slid on gravel, flipped over the median into oncoming traffic. He made it back to the median, noticed his shoe back in the middle of the road, ran and grabbed it, and then collapsed on the median again. His neighbor who worked right there, saw everything that had happened and called 911. The firemen and police showed up, and tried to take care of some of the injuries. David turned down transportation, and someone called his mom. His mom picked him up, and took him to the hospital.

I showed up as they were waiting in the waiting room. David got some x-rays, was then given a room, and they started to try to clean out his wounds - that was probably the worst part for me to watch. It looked PAINFUL. About five hours later, they let him leave. He has a broken collar bone, and horrible road burn down his left side. He'll call the orthopedic surgeon tomorrow and set up a time for surgery on his collar bone.

I feel like this is just another example of how good God is. If things had been slightly different, then all of this could be much worse.

Thankfully he still had his humor. He wanted me to take this photo and upload it to facebook saying, "I had a little accident in my underwear... ha" I think it helped all the tension. 

This was my first impression of him, and right before this he had said, "you really should have brought your camera." Do you like his little collar bone sticking up??

Some lovely road burn. 
To be honest, I'm tired. I'm tired of feeling helpless, and I'm tired of hearing him say no when I ask him if there is anything I can do to help. It's draining. I'm tired of telling the story of what happened to everyone who asks. Even this morning, I went to 7-11 before church to get some coffee, and the lady who works there every Sunday recognizes us since David and I go almost every Sunday. We like her, and she seems to like us. When I went up alone to buy my coffee, she asked where David was, which then made me explain why he wasn't with me. I got various similar questions at church. They even asked me to announce it at church, so that everyone could pray for him. I'm not even sure why I'm writing this. I know in the future I'll be glad, it will show me how incredibly good God is.

Truthfully, I really want things to go back to normal, but I know that won't be for awhile... probably about six weeks.

I know that time will heal these wounds. Time will heal the harsher memories as well. I woke up in the middle of the night last night from a nightmare I had about the accident. I don't remember it at all. I just know it's what caused me to wake up. I know that he's been startled awake a few times from memories of the accident.

All in all he's alive, and recovering.

Thanks for all the prayers.


Away From Shore said...

I am praising God with you that David was not killed or critically injured, and praying for his healing and recovery.
You are an excellent writer.
Congratulations on earning your degree!
Yours in Christ,
Shirl Lee

Karin said...

Christina, these are disturbing photos, but I'm glad you posted them. I love that he had humor even right after the accident.

Congratulations on finishing school! I hope you get some rest.