Shhh…. I have a secret

So, Friday the 16th of May, I had finally found the sideboard/buffet I wanted to replace the island in my kitchen that I frankly HATE.

I had found one at our local Restore store. My elder son and I had found it a few days before, did the measuring thing, and then I had to think about it before we actually bought it. Oh, and I needed the truck.

Told hubby about it and that I thought it would be perfect. Right length, right width, and right height.

We went to buy it Friday afternoon.

He liked it an thought that it would work well. PLUS it was half off!

SCORE!

Paid for it loaded it up and left.

I made the mistake of asking if it had been tied down.

Nope, but it didn’t need it.

Actually, pull over as soon as you can and we’ll tie it down just in case.

I was at a stop sign. Decided that the easiest thing was to just cross the street onto a side street and park.

Blind fucking corner. (get where this is going?)

Traffic was fairly busy, but we were just down from a stoplight.

I was watching the traffic. He was watching the traffic. Neither of us saw anyone coming.

But, blind fucking corner.

I had no sooner pulled out when I saw someone coming out of the corner of my eye. I tried to speed up, hoping that it could be a near miss.

BAM!!!

Nope. It sure was not.

Next thing I know, I am in fact across the street. However, both side airbags have deployed.

My husband is freaking out.

After checking to see if he was alive or noticeably hurt, I turned the truck off.

Things were kind of a blur for a while.

I managed to stay calm enough to:

1. Made sure my husband wasn’t bleeding and was out of the truck.
2. Called the daughter. Well, her wife and let her know that ‘we were fine, but had been in an accident, and I needed them to come get me.”
3. Made sure my husband, who was still freaking out was seated on a chair the store owner had brought out.
4. Called our insurance agent.
5. Started to take pictures of the truck.
6. Talked to the police.
7. Talked to the other driver.
8. Watched while the ambulance put husband on a backboard and left for the hospital. Without checking either myself or the other driver.
9. Talked to the police again, when she asked if we had been check out.
10. Waited for a new batch of paramedics to show up.
11. Daughter and wife showed up.
12. Watched the truck get picked up by a tow truck.
13. Watched the other tow truck almost get into an accident trying to get off the street.
14. Got checked out. Discovered I had a BP of 243/? Not good about panicked the paramedics. They checked to see if I had a spine injury. Or neck-which hurt, as did my right shoulder. Asked if I wanted an ambulance ride. Declined, daughter said I was going and told them she would drive me (5 blocks).
15. Got in their car and started to shake.

Husband was in the ER in a trauma bed. In the hallway. While they waited for a room, and his turn for scans. Not that I was there. I was in the ER waiting to get check out myself. Daughter was back with him. My daughter-in-law was with me. I had to get checked out before I could go back.

Checked my BP- down to 169/? Better enough that I could wait.

And we did.

The daughter came out and said that hubby was ok, and was worried about me. At that point, I was done waiting. I went looking for him. He, of course, had been moved since the daughter left him.

I let her know I had found him. She said she would let them know where I was.

A few minutes later, they took me to a room.

Daughter went back to sit with him, and daughter-in-law found me.

Long and the short of it: I had several x-rays done. Sprained and bone-deep bruise.

He had CT Scans and x-rays.

Bumps, bruises, sprains, but we are alive and left the hospital around midnight. I thought he should stay, but then again, I had a radical hysterectomy and they sent me home that evening., So what do I know?

I know that the truck is toast.

I’m afraid to get in my car.

My husband could have been killed, and it was my fault.

All over a buffet.