Oh That Hurt
I’ll tell you later why I say, “Oh that hurt”. But first, let’s start in the morning.
I went to church a little early since it is just me (Elizabethe is visiting her family in California). I got there and practiced some hymns I haven’t played in a long time. Also, the hymns we are singing today are not sung very often.
Steve Clark and his mom were our speakers. I tell you, the more I hear about the Clark boys the more I think, “It is sure a good thing they didn’t grow up around me else we’d all be in trouble.” I really like Sister Clark. When you meet her you realize why are sons are such good people.
Chuck Collie taught priesthood meeting. He’s a fun instructor. He also brings a basket of candy and passes it around. Things always go better with chocolate.
After church, I came home and took a nap, ate some lunch, and then went home teaching. We only had time to visit one family, and then it was back to home.
After eating dinner, I got a call from Heidi asking if I would call Matt and see if he wants a blessing. I got a hold of Matt and told him I would be over as soon as I found someone to assist me. I called Jim Hale and he said he could.
Jim came over and I asked if he wanted to drive, wanted me to drive, or if he wanted to walk. He said walking sounds good to him and we walked over the Matt’s.
After giving Matt a blessing, we began the walk back to the house. When we got to Church Street, Jim was about to cross and I reached over and pressed the walk-button. Immediately, the walk sign changed to the little “Walk-man”. We started to cross with me on the right and Jim on my left. Shortly after passing the center line, I caught a silver car in my peripheral vision.
The car didn’t slow down and before I could register what was happening, the car hit the side of my knee and sent me flying to the ground. I remember seeing the under-carriage of the car and thought, “I don’t want to end up under that car”. I saw the inside of the front tire, the bottom of the license plate bracket, and all I know is that I managed to get out of the way.
As soon as I felt I was out of the way, Jim got hit. The next thing I know I’m over at the curb looking up at the car and seeing a huge dent on the hood. I thought, “I couldn’t have done that because I was hit on the other side.” Then I realized that Jim must have dented the car when the car hit him.
A man standing in the street yelled over asking if I needed help. I asked him to call 9-1-1.
Nearly immediately the police were there, and in a few seconds, the ambulance.
As they were asking me questions like, “What’s your name?”, and other triage questions, I noticed Jodi Taylor.
“Jodi, Jodi”, I yelled out.
She came over and explained that she saw the ambulance and thought her and Don should stop to see if it was Terry (a boy who lives across the street). Then, she noticed it was me.
I was so relieved to see them because I was anguishing over how I would get home from the hospital if they took me there. I asked if they would follow the ambulance to the ER and drive me home.
They came to the ER, and after getting x-rayed and instructions on what to do next, they sent me home.
I need to go to the orthopedic surgeon tomorrow. They said I need an MRI and to get advice from the orthopedic surgeon.
You never think you are going to be hit as a pedestrian when you use the sidewalks and crosswalks at intersections with lights. I learned to night that you have to double check for cars even when you have the “walk” light.