Heart Attacks and the E.R.

I was enjoying a lovely evening at home, just sitting on the couch watching TV. All by myself. Just me and total control of the television. Danny had gotten called out to work. Cam was at a friend's house staying the night. Chels was with her friends roasting marshmallows at the Sand Dunes. And, Ryan, oh Ryan, heaven bless that child. Ryan went bunny bashing with two of his friends, Mitchell and Joey. They'd taken off for the circle field on their four wheelers to have a little fun.

Just finished up a fascinating documentary on HBO when the phone rang. It was Ry. I knew something was wrong immediately. He told me he'd wrecked, tore up the four wheeler pretty badly, and that he was in bad shape himself. I confess, I panicked a little. I didn't know where the circle field was nor did I have a clue how I was going to load a broken six foot boy & his 800 lb. four wheeler into the truck.

Thank heavens for Donnie, who didn't bat an eyelash when I called him in something of a panic. I picked him up and we went and got Ry. The four wheeler, thank heavens, in is much worse shape than my son.

We met Danny at the house and headed to the ER for what I believe to be Ryan's 9th trip since he was a small boy.

Who should be on call? Why, the same staff as always. Bart, the P.A., and Nurse Jim. There were quite a few jokes made, at Ry's expense, after they'd ascertained that this is one lucky kid and he'd live to see another day. Riding that fast without a helmet, and rolling this machine goodness knows how many times, is beyond dangerous, and all he did was dislocate his shoulder; that qualifies him as lucky. I'm so grateful that Heavenly Father was watching over Ryan. We've officially been offered frequent flyer miles at Grover C. Dils ER.

I'm excessively grateful that Ry is okay. Dang kids.