Hello all my dear friends!
It's 1:55am eastern time and I'm up w/ horable neck & back pain. I woke up and rememberd it was chat night but I guess it's too late as when I checked in>> no one was there but me!
I got back home to my wife and pets around 8:00pm tonight or I guess it's last night now after being down at our other house for 3 days of fun> NOT!
The worst part of my really long trip was on my way home at around 6:30 with about a half hour left of driving, a really bad accident happened right in front of me! I saw what looked like a tornado of stuff flying around a pickup truck which was rolling over from the other side of the road across a large grass medion into the two lanes about 50 yards infront of me. The back of the truck must have been full of stuff as it was flying everywhere as the truck rolled it's way twards me. It was then I saw the driver flying through the air who was thrown from the truck! He landed and tumbled in the road right in front of me so I quickly pulled over and got out and actually ran over to him. (I can't remember the last time I ran!!!) I woun't go into all the grusome details of what he looked like but he was in really bad shape and bleeding everywhere! He was breath fast but very labored as I think his ribs / chest were smashed and broken. As I leaned over, I saw another guy running over from the otherside of the road and I yelled "CALL 911!!!" as I left my phone in the car. Just then the guy started to move and rolled over, I put my hands on his shoulders to try to stop him from moving and told him he would be alright and help was coming! By then, the other guy had reached us and said he called 911 and they were on there way. He helped me restrain the guy who was still fighting to move and get up although he was out of it and couldn't hear us talking to him. More and more people stopped as both sides of the road were covered with his stuff, truck parts and his truck lying on it's side. People were asking me questions like if I knew the guy but I had no answers except I was the first one there and saw the truck rolling and him flying through the air! Finally after restraining the poor guy which seemed like an eternity, two guys ran up and said they were off duty parrametics and took over from me and the other guy who was helping me. I stayed for a while watching the guy waiting for more help but my arms and hands were covered with blood and I couldn't stand the feeling of it so I got some napkins I had in my car and tryed to clean myself but it didn't work very well. I desided there was nothing else I could do and by this time there were about 100 people stopped there so I got in my car which was ahead of all the other westbound traffic stopped in the road and headed fot a gas station down the road about a mile. The girl at the counter asked me what happened to me and was I alright as I quickly went into the restroom. I told her what happened and said I'd be back in a minute to tell her more. Just then I saw an ambulance & two state troopers fly by. We were about 10 miles from the closest town which I was headed for. As I drove, fire engines, more cops and wreckers drove by. I was shaking and feeling sick to my stomac, thinking about what had just happened and wondering if the guy was alright. Then I saw the tramma hellicoptor fly over and there was nothing to do but continue to drive (slowly!) twards home and say a prayer for the guy. I started feeling guilty about leaving him there even though there was nothing I could do to help him. Once long ago while running a wrecker in Austin Tex, I saw a girl die lying in the road after a bad accident and I just didn't want to see this guy die too! I guess I'm a coward like that.
Well sorry to drop this bomb on Y'all in the middle of the night but I'm up, sore and just can't stop wondering if this guy lived or not??? I'm going to try to go back to sleep now. I'll write tomorrow or later this am and let Y'all know how I made out w/ my 4 Dr. apts yesterday and other pains!!!
Thanks for listening! I just had to unload.
Hugs to all> Sleep well!
56 years old, Surgury, Radical Prostatectomy 8/20/03, PSA 6.6, Gleason 3 + 3 = 6, Adenocarcinoma extent (moderate) Stage & Margin:T2NOMX, No Metastases, Organ Confined, bone scan: Neg. 3 1/2 years of depression after surgery prior to Hypogonadizm DX, Testosterone Theropy> new 2/6/09> 400mg injections once a month. 56 and so glad to still be here to see my two sons grow up to be fine young men. They are both serving in the US Navy, Joseph is on the aircraft carrier USS John Stennis back in Bremerton, Wa. after 8 mo. deployment! and Pete Jr. is on The Asault Ship USS Bataan "The Jaws of the Fleet" somewhere in the Persian Gulf w/ 2,000 Marines aboard. I am one very proud (what they call me)> Big Pops!