I was sleeping last night at 7:30ish when Jake woke me up to tell me that Sweetpea rear-ended someone and he was going to her. I had a migraine and had taken drups and was out of it. He called me later to say that she was ok but needed to go to the hospital to be checked out. The ambulance wanted to take her on a backboard to the hospital because she was complaining of neck pain and tingling in her left arm but they could not take her to Children’s as they don’t accept patients on backboards. That is considered "trauma" and they don’t do trauma. We cannot afford for her to be taken to any other hospital. The EMT check her out and decided it was ok if Jake took her himself. They stopped at home to get a few things (we have the ER down pat). She was crying and being so sorry about the van. She was sure I was pissed at her. See…. the van is totalled. No more van. My green van. The van I’ve had for 11 years and many memories. No more car for her to drive. And it was her fault. We are screwed. But of course I am more worried about her. I can be worried about her AND grieve for the loss of the vehicle (and the increased insurance rates). I was not pissed at her – just incredibly worried about her. She needed to get to the hospital to be checked out.
Jake sent me a picture a little later, they had her head in a vice thing to keep it still. They were taking blood and doing a full body xray. They decided she just had whiplash and would be sore for a few days. They ordered her to bed rest and gave her some pain killers. They got home about 3:30 a.m. I found out that a boy that she likes got a ride to the hospital and was there with her the whole time. That is quite sweet. A boy that she just broke up with asked Punkers if he could go to the hospital and she said it wasn’t a good idea – she didn’t even know that the other boy was there. It is a REALLY good thing he didn’t go. The 2 boys work together so it has been a bit awkward lately. I came into work at 1 since I didn’t go to sleep until about 4. My head is POUNDING. I feel hung over. I am alone here and very glad for it.
Punkers just called me while I was writing this. Sweetpea woke up screaming. She can’t move her head. It gave me flashbacks to when she was bedbound. Punkers was a little upset as to what to do to help her sister. I helped her find some meds to give her until Jake could get back with her pain killers. It just breaks my heart to not be there with her.
Meanwhile…. Punkers had a REALLY good day yesterday. She went on her first REAL date. One-on-one with a boy. She’s been a group dates before, and that is what they were trying to arrange but it didn’t work out so it ended up being just her and her boyfriend that went and saw a movie together and then she was invited back to his place for dinner and to hang out. So she spent most of the day, just her and her boyfriend. She could not stop smiling when she got home. She really likes him. She’s had boyfriends before, but this one seems more real and it’s only been a week. She invited him to her family birthday dinner tomorrow. He will be meeting her overprotective brother and aunt. Punkers turns 14 tomorrow. This boy turned 16 in April. I am trying to not let that bug me. Girls mature faster than boys – right?
Sweetpea keeps texting me. She is sure that I am mad at her. Trying to explain to her that I can be totally worried about her AND grieving for my van. Insurance says that it is totaled and we have a $1000 deductible, so they are going to figure out what it’s worth and give us a check for that amount minus the $1000. I thought if it was her fault that we wouldn’t get any money for it – so that is good news. We will probably end up with $2000 that we can go buy a beater car with.
Just always one thing after another.