Just When We Thought Life Was Relatively Calm ~

Sigh.
Then one's husband decides to attack a large logging chipper truck.

He attacked the truck using his bicycle, which miraculously seemed to have suffered not a scratch.
(Okay, I'm joking. The truck was stopped in the lane in front of him, and Adam didn't realize it had stopped. He was sailing along at 17 mph. Lanes are not parking lots.)

But that leg up there? He did a number on the top of his left tibia. He basically crushed it, and damaged the tendon too. Pretty nasty piece of work.
He was way out in the county when this occurred, and the rescue folks decided to airlift him to the hospital, which is a 90-minute drive by ambulance, but a quick flight. (Cha-ching)
When I arrived at the hospital, the first thing I saw was his helmet (a motorcycle helmet, no less) and the scrape on the front. See it?

Next, I saw this -- the clear plastic visor, splattered with blood. Hmm.

He had x-rays and CT scans, and then a preliminary surgery to clean out the very-deep, scarily-dangerous leg wound. One EMT person told me today that she's thankful he did not lose his leg. Gulp. Glad I didn't know that early on. Another CT scan this morning, and a 2nd surgery scheduled for Sunday morning.

He has a little bruising around his mouth, but he's a happy fellow and is in chipper spirits. The nurses love him because he's always so nice.

His hospital room is gorgeous and vast. Julia came along today to visit him. I spent the night last night on a highly uncomfortable pull-out chair. The nursing care is excellent.
So, Adam will be in here until at least Monday and perhaps Tuesday, and he can't put any weight on the leg for three months. No sailing this summer for him :( No pulling the boat out of the water any time soon to be worked on. He will have to cut down on some of his peripheral activities, and his exercise will be non-existent, so his weight loss will slow. Ah, the vagaries of life!
On another pitiful note, Beau had his fix-it surgery on Thursday morning, just hours before Adam's accident. He wears his cone of shame and takes his meds and looks generally oppressed.

But we are carrying on rather well, surrounded by the uplifting prayers of friends and family near and far, many messages and phone calls and visits. It will be fine. He will hurt and endure lots of rehab, I imagine, but this must be the thing that God wanted him to do now, instead of the other things we planned. And that's fine. When our friend Bette broke her hip last year, God used her accident and healing to bring piles of blessings on so many people -- blessings that couldn't have occurred otherwise. God has his own ways, and we are happy to be part of them. Unexpected miracles occur when we let go of our preconceived demands about our lives, and accept and embrace the events God brings in, expecting them to lead to beautiful things and beautiful people.