Really? I did not know when I added the little snippet below on my blog last week that I would have to give serious thought to what it meant the very next day.
And laughing out loud still helps, even when it is not the answer.
Tuesday night, around 11:30 p.m., I received one of those dreaded, middle of the night phone calls. A stranger called to tell me that a man who claimed to be my husband had knocked on his door asking for help. My heart froze in my throat. Making a long story very short, my husband and his best friend of 20 years had made a crash landing in our small airplane. Sadly, the airplane was in a pond and my husband, disoriented, had been walking in a field for several hours. All the while, I was sleeping. A flurry of activity occurred as his friend had been looking for my hubby for hours, the police had been called and it was decided that my husband needed to go to the hospital for some stitches. We all met at a local Emergency Department around 1:00 a.m., and after a CAT Scan, it was determined that he had not only sustained some serious head lacerations, but also a broken neck! He was put in an ambulance and transported to a trauma hospital in Ft. Worth.
He has been released with no surgery, no paralysis, and the sutures have already been removed from his scalp (all 32 of them!). Grateful is not a word that is strong enough to describe how happy I am that he (and his friend) are alive. (His friend was treated and released from the hospital the night it occurred.)
Sorrow and disappointment threaten to overwhelm me at times. But, I also have been laughing...yes, even sometimes out loud. I ponder my ability to laugh at some of the things that have happened in the last week, and they really are not funny. But humor is still there, even in the midst of the fear, the concern, and the tragedy of what happened. And I am grateful that I have the ability to laugh, and to cry, and that I know that no matter what, God will take care of my dear husband, me, our children, and all the consequences that we will work through in the days and weeks to come.
So...some of the things that I have laughed at this week...
I brought a t-shirt to the hospital for him to wear home...and he can't pull it over his head. oops!
(He came home in his hospital gown)
I spilled green jello in between his collar / neck brace and his chin. It was almost impossible to remove!
Sleeping with him is like sleeping with Frankenstein! He has to sleep flat on his back and had stitches all over his head. Eery!
And I think after we get all the doctor bills paid off, I am going to have to have botox to get rid of all the worry wrinkles...
...or maybe they are laugh lines!
he owes me.