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So freaking much has happened.
On Friday, April 16th, 2004 the driver of a car going 50 mph leaned down to answer her cell phone, veered into the bicycle lane and hit my father, sending him flying 80 feet, bicycle still attatched, over the guard rail and onto a patch of grass off the road.
When I entered hurriedly through the back door of my house, with four friends waiting at the front one, on Friday, April 16th, 2004, the phone was ringing. Someone from Harbourview was calling to say my dad had been in an accident and had been airlifted there. He could tell me nothing about his condition. He asked me to call my mom and tell her.
Before he hung up, two police officers arrived at my house. They told me my dad had a broken leg. They gave me his driver's liscence.
My dad spent a week in the Harbourview ICU. I don't remember all of his injuries, but they included a broken leg, broken neck, three broken ribs, broken spine, a small bleed in his brain, internal bleeding in his belly area, a cracked skull, a collapsed lung, and a large cut on his back.
Three surgeries, nine weeks, and a lot of drugs, prayers, and tears later, he is sitting downstairs in our house, in his wheelchair, aircast, and neck collar, checking his email. At the end of summer he'll be walking again. He's already started lecturing at schools on the importance of wearing bike helmets (his saved his life) and turning off cell phones before driving. He's the head of two Bike to Work Month teams and as much as my mom tries, she's not going to keep him from getting back on his bike.
As far as we know, a stiff neck from the titanium plate inserted there will be the only lasting effect of the accident on his body. His mind is changed only by the spiritual awakening he seems to have been given as the result of recieving a second chance. He'll tell you he should be dead. I'd disagree.
That's the first thing.
My mom has also been in two car accidents in the last month. Neither were her fault. She's fine, one car is totalled and the other is just missing a bumper. Spooky, though.
And me? I was in a play... it's over now. The Players felt so different this year it feels like the show never happened. It's so weird.
Also I went to debate nationals. We didn't break. In our six pre-elim rounds, we had a first place room, a last place room, and a bunch right in the middle. Perhaps if I aquire the exact rankings I'll post them. Adrian (my duo partner, I went in duo) and I were sick most of the week. Actually he was sick all of it, I got sick Tuesday. That's sort of an excuse for not doing our best. But also, mostly dramatic duos did well and ours is comedic. So there you have it. We watched finals and there was the most amazing piece, An Adult Evening of Shel Silverstein. I want to eat it. I hope it won. I didn't feel bad about them doing better than us. Only one piece did I feel bad about doing worse than, and I'm not going to talk about them. So nationals were fun but dissapointing.
I got really behind in schoolwork around my dad's accident and thus have an incomplete in English and am doing the work over the summer. That is, in the next ten days. I get until July first. So yay! Summer homework!
This being sick included losing my voice. They mic'd me for this weekend's performance of Oliver. That was exciting, but I still sounded like I had laringytis, just loud laringytis. And this was the weekend sixteen people came to see me.
And also Caberet auditions at BPA are Thursday. So hopefully I get my voice back very very soon. I need a monologue and a song. I think I'll sing an Oliver song. And maybe this one monologue about dead birds that I learned a long time ago. Now I'm just thinking out loud.
Ari and I are going to Solstice party tonight. I'm psyched. I haven't seen her in weeks.
Maybe I'll go get dressed and eat breakfast.
Maybe I'll stop waiting three months to post and then forgetting everything I was going to say.
Love.
On Friday, April 16th, 2004 the driver of a car going 50 mph leaned down to answer her cell phone, veered into the bicycle lane and hit my father, sending him flying 80 feet, bicycle still attatched, over the guard rail and onto a patch of grass off the road.
When I entered hurriedly through the back door of my house, with four friends waiting at the front one, on Friday, April 16th, 2004, the phone was ringing. Someone from Harbourview was calling to say my dad had been in an accident and had been airlifted there. He could tell me nothing about his condition. He asked me to call my mom and tell her.
Before he hung up, two police officers arrived at my house. They told me my dad had a broken leg. They gave me his driver's liscence.
My dad spent a week in the Harbourview ICU. I don't remember all of his injuries, but they included a broken leg, broken neck, three broken ribs, broken spine, a small bleed in his brain, internal bleeding in his belly area, a cracked skull, a collapsed lung, and a large cut on his back.
Three surgeries, nine weeks, and a lot of drugs, prayers, and tears later, he is sitting downstairs in our house, in his wheelchair, aircast, and neck collar, checking his email. At the end of summer he'll be walking again. He's already started lecturing at schools on the importance of wearing bike helmets (his saved his life) and turning off cell phones before driving. He's the head of two Bike to Work Month teams and as much as my mom tries, she's not going to keep him from getting back on his bike.
As far as we know, a stiff neck from the titanium plate inserted there will be the only lasting effect of the accident on his body. His mind is changed only by the spiritual awakening he seems to have been given as the result of recieving a second chance. He'll tell you he should be dead. I'd disagree.
That's the first thing.
My mom has also been in two car accidents in the last month. Neither were her fault. She's fine, one car is totalled and the other is just missing a bumper. Spooky, though.
And me? I was in a play... it's over now. The Players felt so different this year it feels like the show never happened. It's so weird.
Also I went to debate nationals. We didn't break. In our six pre-elim rounds, we had a first place room, a last place room, and a bunch right in the middle. Perhaps if I aquire the exact rankings I'll post them. Adrian (my duo partner, I went in duo) and I were sick most of the week. Actually he was sick all of it, I got sick Tuesday. That's sort of an excuse for not doing our best. But also, mostly dramatic duos did well and ours is comedic. So there you have it. We watched finals and there was the most amazing piece, An Adult Evening of Shel Silverstein. I want to eat it. I hope it won. I didn't feel bad about them doing better than us. Only one piece did I feel bad about doing worse than, and I'm not going to talk about them. So nationals were fun but dissapointing.
I got really behind in schoolwork around my dad's accident and thus have an incomplete in English and am doing the work over the summer. That is, in the next ten days. I get until July first. So yay! Summer homework!
This being sick included losing my voice. They mic'd me for this weekend's performance of Oliver. That was exciting, but I still sounded like I had laringytis, just loud laringytis. And this was the weekend sixteen people came to see me.
And also Caberet auditions at BPA are Thursday. So hopefully I get my voice back very very soon. I need a monologue and a song. I think I'll sing an Oliver song. And maybe this one monologue about dead birds that I learned a long time ago. Now I'm just thinking out loud.
Ari and I are going to Solstice party tonight. I'm psyched. I haven't seen her in weeks.
Maybe I'll go get dressed and eat breakfast.
Maybe I'll stop waiting three months to post and then forgetting everything I was going to say.
Love.