One bad day

March 9, 2010.

^

Oui, j'arrive dans demi-heure. That was MK's last line before we hang up the phone, saying that he comes/arrives in half an hour.

We agreed to go somewhere the four of us, so MK would be and should be home at 6:30 p.m. I prepared the girls and myself as well so by the time MK arrive, we are ready. Whenever we we have a night out he always gives what hour he comes and he always arrive on time, he never fails. If he is late it would be just a minute or two. Bon, I watched the clock from time to time and it's already past 7 p.m., so I thought MK had a flat tire on his bike. Usually it takes him 30 to 40 minutes passing the three towns before he gets home. Again and again I watch the clock and it's 8 p.m, then 9 p.m. and so on, I thought something is wrong with him.

^

I called the police station in our town and they said they don't have reports of an accident. Actually, it was in the other town where the accident happened the police municipale failed to contact me for MK gave the wrong number.

It's been almost a year since MK uses a road bike for winter and earth bike for summer going to work and back, that is if the weather is fine -- no rain, no snow. For him biking is the only sport he can do at the moment while he wanted badly to lose some weights. Actually, he did lose some weights, from 105 kilos before, now he weighs 91 kilos by biking every other day, some runnings on weekend and later swimming, well to complete his triathlon wish.

And later in that evening, 15 minutes before midnight, I received a call fom the Doctor saying that hubby had an accident versus a car. He told me not to worry because he is alive and he is taking cared of at the ER, but I couldn't help my tears falling when he said "ll a beaucoup de fractures" and he mentioned those fractures which I couldn't hear clearly. He has/got many fractures, oh and I thought what if he has fractures in the spinal column etc, those important parts, and worst he couldn't walk anymore...etc. all these bothers me the whole night.

The following day we visited the hospital with MK's mom as well. MK had some fractures, in fact the list is almost a page of a bondpaper. To name a few, his right shoulder is severely injured, some broken ribs, etc, his right cheekbone was dislocated and had two surgeries on his face. His head is untouched and his legs are all fine. He was able to walk on the fourth day of his admission.

^

It was MK's fault, he is suppose to stop on the line where there is "Cedez le passage" or give way sign but instead he continues and bikes so fast that he loses contol when making the right turn, he never made it to the right lane and he ended up in the left lane where the car is coming. The impact is heavy and that it left MK unconscious for minutes and some bloody thing on his face while waiting the ambulance car. A week after MK checked out from the hospital, he called the driver of the car he bumped with. The driver Mr. L. told him that MK was so fast that day and when he brake his bike, his body thrown onto the front of his car. He further said that his car is into pieces and that it is already in the scrapyard. Well, he told us that he will visit the house but he never did.

Now, it's almost a month from his accident, he recovers 80 percent of the fractures but still he keeps his right arm not to use/move much (there is still pain if he force to). I drive him to hospital at least twice a week for checkup and later this month, he will undergo kinesitherapy.

his head is unharm, save by this helmet

Above all, I am thankful to God for saving his life, I'd prefer to be busy all the time taking care of hubby and the girls than losing him.

J'aime la vie quand même. (I love life just the same)