Week
Right, so Tuesday night I get a call fom my dad saying "Tyler was hit by a tractor trailer." How do you even begin to respond to something like that? Mine went something from like wha.... to shaking... to anger... to an urgency to leave. Thank god everyone told me to wait a while. I was shaking bad.
So, I left around 2am, got to the hospital around 8 am. I got a speeding ticket, 82 in a 65. The cop thought I was lieing, but then took me seriously so he didnt write down wreckless. I'm still gonna try to go to court and fight it, but i dont care about that too much.
He has a fractured skull and two blood clots. The first night I got there, he had a tube down his throat breathing for him. The second night he was breathing on his own. By the third he could eat small bits of solid food, and talk a bit. Today he was mostly coherent and walked down the hall a bit. The docters are afraid that he might need physical therapy or have problems with short term memory, but we won't know till later. Supposedly he comes home tomorrow, but thats what they told us yesterday about today.
Apparently he got hit by a truck, and since it was at night, and he didnt have
and kind of lights or reflectors, and we have no grounds to sue. Hell, the guy didn't even get a ticket. It's all really fucked up. I don't know the whole story, a bunch of witness'ess versions differ from the cops version. The cops pinned it all on Tyler, saying he was doing Crystal meth and mixers and shit, yet none of that was found in his blood. Pretty much we think the cops knew the guy. So according to all the lawyers, we're fucked. That means no Costa Rica trip :( and we were lookin forward to some other cool stuff now that Joe's moved in, but it looks like we're back to the poor house.
Anyways, I've been sleeping on and off hospital floors all kinds of odd hours, and eating roughly one meal a day. Thanks Abigail and Kate for two amazing meals (soooooo good!). I'm hungry and tired, I need a shave and a shower.
Oh, and I got a parking ticket at the hospital. Because I didnt have enough to pay the toll.... the bitches.
Looking back, its kinda funny how my last post was all yay, everythigns perfect, and now its kinda, everythings going to hell in a handbasket. Well, I'm tired, hungry, cold, stinky, i owe about 225 bucks in gay court costs, we can't go to costa rica, I have a shit load of missed college work to do, its 2am, and I need to be back at the hospital in 5 hours. So, basically everything that was going right, has essentially completely 180ed. Except for Heidi! Yay for her, she keeps calling to make sure I'm alright and everything. So, other then all the comfort everyones been giving us life probably couldn't get any worse. But I guess I'm always up for a good challenge... right? Right?
Anyways, seriously guys, thanks for the care and concern and well wishes and prayers and food and EVERYTHING. Everyones kindness is pretty much the only thing really keeping me going.
G'night.
So, I left around 2am, got to the hospital around 8 am. I got a speeding ticket, 82 in a 65. The cop thought I was lieing, but then took me seriously so he didnt write down wreckless. I'm still gonna try to go to court and fight it, but i dont care about that too much.
He has a fractured skull and two blood clots. The first night I got there, he had a tube down his throat breathing for him. The second night he was breathing on his own. By the third he could eat small bits of solid food, and talk a bit. Today he was mostly coherent and walked down the hall a bit. The docters are afraid that he might need physical therapy or have problems with short term memory, but we won't know till later. Supposedly he comes home tomorrow, but thats what they told us yesterday about today.
Apparently he got hit by a truck, and since it was at night, and he didnt have
and kind of lights or reflectors, and we have no grounds to sue. Hell, the guy didn't even get a ticket. It's all really fucked up. I don't know the whole story, a bunch of witness'ess versions differ from the cops version. The cops pinned it all on Tyler, saying he was doing Crystal meth and mixers and shit, yet none of that was found in his blood. Pretty much we think the cops knew the guy. So according to all the lawyers, we're fucked. That means no Costa Rica trip :( and we were lookin forward to some other cool stuff now that Joe's moved in, but it looks like we're back to the poor house.
Anyways, I've been sleeping on and off hospital floors all kinds of odd hours, and eating roughly one meal a day. Thanks Abigail and Kate for two amazing meals (soooooo good!). I'm hungry and tired, I need a shave and a shower.
Oh, and I got a parking ticket at the hospital. Because I didnt have enough to pay the toll.... the bitches.
Looking back, its kinda funny how my last post was all yay, everythigns perfect, and now its kinda, everythings going to hell in a handbasket. Well, I'm tired, hungry, cold, stinky, i owe about 225 bucks in gay court costs, we can't go to costa rica, I have a shit load of missed college work to do, its 2am, and I need to be back at the hospital in 5 hours. So, basically everything that was going right, has essentially completely 180ed. Except for Heidi! Yay for her, she keeps calling to make sure I'm alright and everything. So, other then all the comfort everyones been giving us life probably couldn't get any worse. But I guess I'm always up for a good challenge... right? Right?
Anyways, seriously guys, thanks for the care and concern and well wishes and prayers and food and EVERYTHING. Everyones kindness is pretty much the only thing really keeping me going.
G'night.