Well, we've had an interesting few days over here.
Wednesday evening we had a hankering for some Jamba Juice and headed out that way on our little motorcycle. On our way back home we were heading straight through an intersection on main street and someone taking a left hand turn didn't see us and turned into us throwing us both off the bike. Me about 20 feet and Landon about 10. My goodness it was a surreal feeling. We both saw it coming a few seconds before it actually happened. I had enough time to think "they're going to hit us, this is happening" and close my eyes. I felt myself fly forward and slam into the ground head first. I don't know how else I flipped but I ended up sitting up with my legs out in front of me looking at my bloody and already bruised feet. We got hit so hard my sneakers literally flew off my feet. Landon was behind me but right next to me in a second to ask if I was okay and all I could say was "I think I broke my leg... where are my shoes?" I was pretty shocked and confused. We we're less than a block from the fire and police station and a pedestrian called 911 right when it happened so I was still sitting in the middle of the road when they arrived. I scooted over to the curb and waited for the cop to take our information. Landon must have had a huge adrenaline rush because he was just sort of pacing saying "I'm so sorry, Kate" over and over and trying to move the (totaled) motorcycle out of the road, all with a gaping head wound, mind you. An ambulance came and tried to take us to the hospital but we denied it because we were only about 2 blocks from it and we have a friend who lives right there and would come pick us up. They didn't get a statements from us because there were 4 or 5 pedestrians who saw the crash happen and the other driver was cited for failure to yield. A cop later came to the hospital to get our statements and have us fill out some paper work. Our good friend Dan was there within minutes and drove us to the emergency room. Initially it looked like a broken foot for me and leg for Landon but no broken bones, luckily. Landon needed staples in the back of his head and I needed a few stitches in my foot. They cleaned up all our road rash on our knees, elbows, hips, and shoulders and gave us some pain medication and sent us on our way. We fell asleep pretty quickly but the next morning was a little rough. I passed out trying to walk to the bathroom and then again trying to get my pain medication and Landon was so sick and throwing up all morning from the medication. We we're not feeling so hot. But we spent most of the day in bed and our wonderful friends brought us drinks, medicine, dinner and even took care of our dog for the day. Today was better. We are sore. Sore, sore, sore. You know that "I feel like I got hit by a car" joke? Well, now I can actually say "I feel like I got hit by a car." Watching us hobble around our house is quite a site to see. It'd be sad if it wasn't so funny. We are bruised and swollen and beat up and pretty traumatized but getting by and taking care of each other.
I can't count how many times I've said "I can't believe we're okay" A head on collison with a motorcyle and a car doesn't sound very good. Then when you add the no helmet thing in there........... no we didn't have our helmets on. We we're headed just about a mile from our house and decided to take the bike last minute, stupid we know. We feel so, so, so blessed that we are here and okay. I've cried too many times thinking about all the "what if's" of the crash. I've replayed it a hundred times and every time realize just how easily things could have been so much worse.
Now I'm lying here next to Landon with an ice pack on my swollen foot and crying again because I just can't really believe this happened. Life is scary. Things happen so quickly. And sometimes there is absolutely no choice you can make to avoid it. I'm so glad I have Landon next to me to help me navigate through it all.
Oh yeah, and we never did get to drink our Jamba Juice.