Wednesday morning my phone rang ten minutes after Michael left for school. When I picked it up and saw his number, I knew. He’d been in an accident on his way to school. It must have been a flash of mother’s intuition because, with almost 200,000 miles on his car, the logical assumption would have been that his car had broken down.
I could tell from his voice that he was shaken up and not quite sure what to do but I could also tell that he wasn’t seriously injured. He said that the cars in front of him had slammed on their brakes so he did too and the guy behind him had rear-ended him and pushed his car into the one in front of him.
I jumped in my car and flew down the road to where he was. Or, tried to. Traffic was backed up because of the accident. I felt pretty panicky, imagining that one of the other drivers involved was yelling at him, blaming him for the accident, but once I saw the lights from the police cars and fire trucks, I calmed down knowing they would take care of him.
I finally got to the scene, parked at a nearby school and played Frogger in the heavy morning traffic to get out to the center lane where the four cars and drivers involved and police officers were. One of the police officers came right over and told me that Michael wasn’t at fault and wouldn’t be getting a ticket. Phew! That was a big relief for me. Michael is the kind of kid that would feel so, so bad if he had been at fault and I cringe to think of what an accident would do to his insurance rates.
Having established that Michael and everyone else involved was okay, I took a look at the car. It was immediately obvious, even to my auto-body-uneducated eye, that it was totaled and not even drive-able enough to get it the two miles back to the house. 😦
I’m so grateful that Michael wasn’t seriously injured but I’m still worried about him. His neck and back started hurting right away and now his ankle, shoulders and wrists are hurting. He said he had trouble sleeping last night because his back hurt so much. Don took the car apart yesterday (he does auto body) and he said he’s surprised Michael wasn’t hurt worse because the hit to the back was so hard. I took Michael to the doctor the first day. X-rays showed no fractures so the worry is about whiplash-type injuries to the tendons and ligaments. I will worry until Michael is 100% better. I began my battle with chronic pain after a horseback riding accident when I was 19-years-old and I don’t want to see Michael go through that. Unfortunately, he is my child that doesn’t like to be touched so he doesn’t want massage or to deal with any of my alternative treatments. It takes some coaxing just to get him to take Advil. This kind of stubbornness in male patients is so frustrating!
And the car. I know it can be replaced but it still makes me sad to see one of our cars hauled off to the wrecking yard. It was such a pretty car and it was Michael’s first car. It was supposed to be Daniel’s first car too.
Still, my overwhelming emotion is one of gratitude. Michael is hurting but he is alive. Thank you, thank you, thank you to the universe for that!