So my dad's in the hospital again.
He's going to be okay. It's a COPD exacerbation, it's that time of year. I expect that he'll be home tomorrow.
So we're sitting in the ER yesterday, and this trauma's coming in. And people are bustling around, and this nurse walks by, and says "all they said was that there was extensive damage to the bike and extensive damage to the helmet."
Oh, shit. I thought. A motorcycle accident. Is the universe trying to tell me something? Did I just make a huge mistake? Oh, my God....
So he rolls in. He's talking, he's moving all four extremities, it's not as bad as it originally sounded. I'm a little relieved. I listen to the controlled chaos as the team runs the trauma. I listen to him scream when they roll him over. I think, wow. I'm glad he's okay. That could've been so much worse. I still wonder if the universe is sending me a message about having bought a motorcycle this weekend...
And then, the cop shows up.
Long story short? This guy ran a red light. He didn't have a motorcycle license. He didn't have insurance. He was high, and carrying drugs.
Okay, Universe. Point taken. I solemnly swear not to do that...
Thursday, December 02, 2010
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Omen---or not!
Your 'oath' will be watched by all your mentors!
But I think you will obey.
Some people and a lot of them---are nuts.
Enjoy this weekend---riding! ! !
Carol
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