This morning started off with the home phone ringing around 5 AM. Thankfully, Pat was thinking–I would have ignored it, thinking it was some idiot with a wrong number. Pat, however, jumped out of bed and ran faster than I have seen him move in… EVER.

I was half-asleep, but heard him say, “Are you okay? I will be right there.” He hung up and said that Andy had been in a motorcycle accident and was laying in the middle of the road and we needed to get there right away.

I jumped out of bed, and ran to the bathroom to grab yesterday’s clothes and throw them on (it was the fastest option). I heard Pat getting ready, so I started brushing my teeth.

Pat ran back into my dressing room and yelled, “WE HAVE TO GO NOW. He’s in the middle of the road–you don’t have time to brush your teeth.”

I spit out my glob of toothpaste and ran to the car with him.

We only needed to drive a little less than a mile when we saw all the lights. It was foggy, so all the police lights were glowing and made everything look extra ominous. Knowing your son is laying in the middle of that is the scariest feeling in the world.

Pat and I ran to Andy. A good Samaritan was with him–telling him not to move, and helping him. The police sergeant told us the ambulance was on the way, and discussed the possibility of getting the motorcycle out of the road and back home. Thankfully, Pat thought ahead, brought his helmet, and was able to drive it home quickly while I followed him. We got back as they were loading Andy into the ambulance.

After a CT scan, ultrasound and an x-ray, Andy was sent home with a possible concussion and some road rash. His armored jacket and helmet is pretty beat up, so we are thrilled he had that gear on and it prevented something much worse.

Once we got home, and Andy went to bed, Pat came up to me and said, “Did you hear all the EMTs talking about how white your teeth were? Yeah, me neither.”

Annnnnnnnnnnnnnd…there it was. Everything is all right in our world when Pat is back to being a smart ass.