The Accident
Two weeks ago
I got the call every parent fears—my daughter called me from an accident scene,
her accident scene. She was incoherent and said to call 9-1-1. All I got was the
location, that the car was totally wrecked, and her friend’s name. I was twelve
minutes away at church and didn’t know how serious the accident was. Was my
beloved daughter calling me before she succumbed to her injuries? Was her
friend injured or worse? I was too panicked to call 9-1-1, so I had friends at
church call and I roared across town as carefully and legally as I could under
the circumstances.
After the
police took everyone’s statements, two tow trucks loaded up the two vehicles.
The police suggested the girls get checked out medically, so another friend
drove my daughter’s friend to her medical provider and I took my girl to the
Kaiser ER. We were there for four hours but all they found were the bruises
from the seat belt and the scratches from the air bags. The ER doctor checked her
for a concussion and she was offered X-rays/MRIs, but also counseled against them
since she didn’t show signs of really needing any. We waited for blood and
urine tests to check for internal injuries. Everything checked out, so we went
home to rest.
The good news
was the accident happened on my daughter’s spring college break. The bad news
was that she started having anxiety, panic attacks, increased headaches,
irritability, mood swings. She couldn’t do her part time weekend job. She
couldn’t sit in lecture classes last week. She’s needing more sleep. She’s gone
to two doctor’s appointments and has a therapist appointment scheduled. Two
weeks later she’s slowly getting better. She worked one day this weekend. She
can almost sit through an entire movie. She’s going to try to go to class
tomorrow and see her counselor. She’s still not driving much. We still haven’t
gone car shopping. I’m wanting to put her in a Tank and she wants a small sporty
car.
And what
about me, her mother? I’m anxious, nervous, afraid to leave her alone, afraid
for her to drive. I’m not sleeping that well either. But little by little, we’ll
get through this. I’m also very grateful, very happy, very thankful that it
wasn’t worse. She was lucky. We were lucky. Guardian Angel lucky. Amen and Happy Easter.
Penelope Anne Cole
Multi-Award Winning Author of Magical Matthew, Magical Mea, Magical Mea Goes to School, Magical Max and Magical Mickey, and Magical Max and Magical Mickey’s Big Surprise
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