Eleven Days Ago

We were involved in a bad car accident. No accident is good but we’re lucky we didn’t take my car when we headed to Long Island.

ImageYou can hardly see me but I’m in the passenger seat, holding my ribs and trying to breath. This was the front of Tom’s car.

ImageAnd the back end. We wondered how the tailgate was still attached.

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The person hit us low and hard.

ImageThis was the front of her car, which should tell you she wasn’t slowing down for traffic.

I saw her in the side view mirror about 2 seconds before she hit us. After that it was just boom, boom, airbags, dust, boom. (Her hitting us, us hitting trailer in front of us, us hitting the cement divider after getting tossed upwards and then sliding sideways.)

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The ambulance took us away and we spent about 3 1/2 hours in an Emergency Room.

X-rays and tetanus shot for him. Blood test, IV and CT scan for me.

All in all, we left the house at 8:30am and returned at 8:45pm and never got more than 2 hours from our home. Wes yelled at us for being away so long…he had no idea that he was just lucky we came home.

I’ve got bruised ribs and a possible fractured vertebrae (still waiting for results of a second CT scan) and Tom has a cut finger (?) and a possible concussion.

We’re lucky to be alive and for that I am very thankful.

Not the best bedtime story but it has a good ending, no?

And, to all a good night.

What? How?

While Wes was busy basking in the afterglow of his daily brushing, I did something that was laughable…if it didn’t hurt so much.

I dried my hair and it caused so much pain in my upper back that I couldn’t breathe! Tom had to help me – I can’t really say “helped” because all I could do was stand – to put on my sneakers. Luckily, I was getting ready for the chiropractor so I winced my way thru the 20 minute drive and she tried to get me back to my usual, semi-normal state.

She thought I may have popped a rib (oh, seriously?!?) or it was from my nerve problems or Charlie (the name we gave my displaced vertebrae). She was very gentle and very serious when she said “I’m not kidding. This isn’t good.” I know she meant it because we’re never serious when she’s working on me. We sing to the muzak, laugh and joke.

All taped up with Happy Cow tape, I have to ice my neck – and just so you know, you can ice your neck with frozen, sliced peaches.

Desperate times call for desperate measures and all I could think was

“I can’t knit”.

 

Rainbow of Colors

By the time you read this, I’ll have already gotten up before 4am, hopped on a plane and landed in Georgia, with Jane in tow. I’ll be semi-zonked out on Dramamine and a LOVELY companion for the day. We arrive so early that the only thing for us to do will be to wander around a mall until our hotel room is ready.

Thank goodness the mall has a Starbucks. (Rox knows that Glory needs her mocha.)

Now, on to the conclusion of my hair saga…

Not exactly a rainbow but I couldn’t let that blonde stay.

One before and three after.

I kept the blue on for 6 hours and it still was a light shade of turquoise – see the tiny spot at the part, in the bottom right picture? – so then I slapped on more After Midnight Blue and…oh, what the hell…put some Vampire Red on there, too. (All Manic Panic colors)

I ended up with a cool purple, blue and red. You can’t really see the red – bottom left – because most of it is under the top layer of hair.

It’s subtle, indoors but I’m sure it’ll be more intense in the sunlight.

See? Just a hint of color.

So, this is the hair that’s going to Stitches South. Hope to see you there!