on this episode of "Scarred"......

You all know that my youngest rides a dirtbike, right?

and he's pretty fearless...

I can see that you know where this is going....

Well, he was at his friend's house, riding the trails they have in the woods..enjoying his little self immensely.

Coming home...he's riding down the road, almost home, and this ASSHOLE pulls right out in front of him.

Austin HITS this truck, flies over his handlebars, flies over the truck,and lands on the ground. Thank God for helmets, right? and chest protectors.

The guy in the truck comes rushing over, "Hey Buddy! are you ok Buddy? I didn't even see you! its all my fault!"

What does MY kid say?

"What the FUCK man?!"

ya.

but at least he was able to talk, right? ;)

So this guys wife calls the ambulance,..Austin is woozy and stumbling around, so he sits down on the ground. He is able to pull out his phone and calls his dad, who was just pulling in the driveway from work.

"Dad, I was in a crash."

His dad goes tearing off down the road. This happened like 3 roads away from our house. Austin is sitting on the ground and this lady is with him, and she sees this cruiser come FLYING down the road.

"That's my dad."

"THAT"S YOUR DAD??!!!" (oh shoot, we are screwed now!)

So, then his dad calls me.

"What are you doing?"

"Yoga"

"Austin was in a wreck...a truck hit him."


Nowwww..........there's so many things wrong with that statement, but I just won't/can't go into it right now. Lets just try a little gentler way of saying it next time, shall we?

So the ambulance comes, I tear off down the road, they're loading my kid into the ambulance, he's on a stretcher, neck brace and all strapped in. I FREAKED.

I run home, get my crap and head to the hospital.
and I wait........and wait........and wait for the freaking ambulance to get there.

Finally they show up, unload my kid and we get inside. People came from EVERYWHERE. You want fast service in the ER?...go in an ambulance,strapped to a stretcher. it will get you noticed.

Cat scan, neck x-rays...full right leg x-rays. he can't move his leg, thinks it might be broken.

Finally, all results are negative. woohoo! he has a concussion and a severe bone bruise on his shin. THAT'S ALL!! He's on crutches, and can't go to school for 2 days, and is very very happy on his Vicodin.

We finally get home, and he's like,
"Mom, I HAVE to go to school tomorrow. Do I really have to stay home?"

Are you thinking what I'm thinking? GIRL INVOLVED SOMEWHERE!! and how cool to hit a truck and live to tell about it, huh? AND be on crutches. wayyy cool.

Oh, and his dirtbike is JACKED UP. Of course, that's all he's worried about. silly boy.

So it was a very eventful day in my house, to say the least. I'm glad it's almost over. Waiting up for Rae and Mike to get here. YAYAY!

I'll deal with his dad some other time.