More Accident

Best Bud called me every hour for the rest of the night and every phone call brought more bad news. Because TB was in and out Cat scans, MRI's and all sorts of other tests, I was unable to speak to him until the sun came up. Up until then, I had decided not to buy a plane ticket. Both his mother and my own said it would be best to wait until I heard from him. What if they threw a cast on his leg and sent him home? I may be more help on the receiving end of his flight. Finally, The Boy called. I was so relieved to hear his voice but so scared to hear what would happen next. Then he told me he would need reconstructive surgery to his left ankle. It had dislocated and broken in so many places he would have to have screws and plates put in. Almost immediately after he finished his sentence, I snapped into this crazy state of mind. I told him I would see him in a few hours, but I had to hang up. I ran around my house getting dressed and making phone calls. I called my mom and told her I would be trying to catch a Jet Blue flight that would be leaving from JFK (at least a 30 minute drive)in 50 minutes and that she had to come to my house and take care of my pets for as long as I was gone. I grabbed a tote bag and threw in a clean pair of underwear. Why I decided to only throw ONE pair in my bag I have no clue. I mean I was already in the drawer why not take 4 or 5. Seriously, I was so in the zone I have no clue what I was thinking. Anyway, I hop in my car and hit the road like a bat out of hell. About halfway to the airport, I realize that I should probably call my job as they would be expecting me shortly. I called my boss on my cell phone and explained the situation. I must have sounded like a crazy person, because he actually had to calm me down and run through a check list with me.... "do you know where you are going?" "Do you know what flight you are trying to catch?" "Do you have your ID, money and credit cards with you?" Thank god he was so understanding.

As I'm closing in on the airport, I realize I am running out of time. God was on my side that day because it was the first time in the history of the Van Wyck Expressway that there was no traffic during morning rush hour! I finally get to the airport and find my terminal. I'm getting all set to pull in to short term parking (there was no way in hell I would make my flight otherwise) and then I realize I missed my exit! Crap! I fly around the airport at like 80 mph circle back and MISS IT AGAIN!!!! Shit! I finally make it back, park my car and run like a looney into the terminal. I get in, dripping in sweat, completely hyper-ventilating and realize that the Jet Blue line is unbelievably long. I wanted to cry. Instead I just ran around to the front the line and said to the person in front "Please, GASP, it's an emergency, GASP, I need to make a GASP flight for a GASP emergency!" This lady looked at me like I had 16 heads, but she let me go. With no time to spare I run to the gate and board the plane. I made it!! It was only on the runway that I realized I had only told my mother and his mother that I was even getting on a plane. I hadn't told anyone on the West Coast! I didn't even know what hospital he was at! duh. I whipped out my phone and turned it on, much to the chagrin of my neighbor, and sent a text to Best Bud with my flight info. Hopefully he would get it and come find me.

The flight across the country is long, but I don't think it has ever felt this long! I finally arrived and turned on my phone. I had about 10 messages and I was so scared to listen to any of them. Mostly it was just our parents calling to make sure I landed safely, but one was from Best Bud saying he would meet me. Thank goodness. He was waiting outside my gate and after a brief hello, we booked it to the car. Just being in the same state made me feel so much better. Best Bud was a great help too. He explained to me, in detail, everything that had gone on from the night before. We finally arrived at the hospital and get to The Boy's room and I find him laying in bed with his hand wrapped and BOTH of his legs in casts! What the hell is going on!? To which he replies "we didn't want you to freak out, but both of my ankles are severely broken and going to need surgery to repair."

And it just keeps getting worse and worse.