I woke up this morning to a phone call from Sharkie. He was in a car accident last night, after he dropped me off from my failed attempt at my weekly long run, and had woken up in the hospital, totally unaware of what had happened and how he had got there -- scary stuff. When he noted he wasn't wearing his seat belt, instantly I regretted not speaking up last night.
I was raised by two overly protective parents, one of which was my father who was notorious for always telling us the worst case scenerio and it worked. I was too scared to do a lot of the stupid things many of my friends did and absolutely don't have any regrets in that regard because of how I turned out. I am very much my father's daughter and now I find myself telling some of the similar precautions and things my father used to say to me but to Snickers. He thinks it's funny to tease me and call me grandma, saying I worry to much but I argue it's because I love him so much that I do worry so much. "It's when I stop worry about you that YOU should worry", I'm always telling him.
Last night when we were leaving the lake out in Asan I looked over at Rocket, she had her seat belt on, and then I looked at Snickers. He wasn't wearing his seat belt so I told him to put it on. I was sitting behind Sharkie so I could clearly see he wasn't wearing his but I with my honey-butter-hating tummy already making me feel terrible, I didn't care for Snickers to butt in and tease me. I simply leaned forward, grabbed Sharkie's seat belt and then tried to pull it over his shoulder. I figured he'd get the hint but he just looked at my hand and continued driving.
Waking up to a phone call from him laying in a hospital bed somewhere here in Cheonan made me feel terrible. I should have told him to wear his seat belt. Sure it probably wouldn't have prevented the crash but perhaps it would have prevented him from being jerked around in his seat and smashing his head against his sun roof. He's a big guy driving a big car but a big car has the potential for big injuries. The doctor had to shave a chunk of his hair from the very top of his head and give him 14 stitches. He's supposed to stay in the hospital for at least a week but if he's anything like Snickers than he'll be roaming around the city by tonight.
We ended up closing the club early tonight to go visit him.
Shout-out here to Korea and their all-hours-are-visiting-hours at the hospitals because it means even me with my crazy work schedule and busy day can visit. So that's what we did. After we closed the club we showed up at his hospital bedside. He was sleeping when we arrived so we stood there looking at him for a bit before I then gave his face a bit of a slap. "What's wrong with you... wear your damn seat belt" was the first thing I told him. I was probably as frustrated at myself as I was at him but I was also very happy that he wasn't worse off than he could have been. Stuff like this spooks me because scary things like this happen in the split of a second when you're not expecting it and they can change your life forever. Sitting there talking with Sharkie and Snickers, I couldn't help but think of back not so long ago when I got a similar phone call from Mouse Doctor. He was doing easily +100kms/hr on a racing bike when I car suddenly turned right into him and sent him flying. Stuff like that shakes you up and stays with you, and by "you" I mean those of us who weren't actually in the accident but who are connected to the person who was.
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