One Scary Day
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Yesterday was supposed to be a nice fun day. My sisters and I took my mother out to breakfast. I made a healthy, even if it was a more expensive, choice for mine. Afterward we did a little bit of shopping for one of my second oldest brother's birthday. He will be 50 early next month (and is the one whose wife died last year). While I was driving to the store, my phone rang - I pulled over into a parking space and answered. Brother #3 called and said youngest brother wasn't feeling well and that I should get my mother home. Youngest brother had been at Brother #3's home helping with a major home improvement project. Youngest brother lives in a mobile home behind my mother's house (and is wife was 80 miles away at the beach). My mom was temporarily in one of my other sister's cars so I got to the store and told them what was going. Brother 3 had let youngest brother drive home. So, we cut short the shopping trip and I took my mother home. When we got there, youngest brother was not there. We could tell he had been there though. I tried calling him (on my cell phone), no answer. Then my mother called from her home phone. He answered, said what he was doing, and sounded fine. Within ten minutes, the phone rang and it was my youngest brother again. He said he was just in an accident - that he was okay, but his truck was messed up. I told him we would be right there, told my mom to put her shoes on, and we left. At this point, I was nervous a little, but not too bad. Honestly, I was expecting a fender bender, but as we came around a corner and over a rise, I could see a fire truck in the road - my heart started racing a bit more. As I got closer, I saw the damage to his truck and debris from his truck everywhere. The EMS were checking his vitals. I stopped my vehicle, looked both ways (I definitely didn't want to make it more of an accident) and ran across the road. What happened? After hearing what the witnesses said, five hours in the ER, and the other driver, this is what was pieced together. He was driving home, going down a hill, and blacked out (apparently as a side effect from his anti-anxiety meds - his dr never told him it was a possible side effect and he didn't read all the literature that came with it - he's never been able to read well), his foot was on the gas peddle when he blacked out, he ran into the back of someone (they are all right after being checked out at a hospital), the person in the vehicle in front of that one saw him in the rear view mirror and was able to get out of the way. He then barreled through not one, not two, but three utility poles (as well as several road signs). At that point, he came back from his black out and had no idea why his truck was stopped until he got out and saw his headlight in the road. Then he saw the front of his truck. It was very very very bad. A person in a house across the street called 911 and got them there quick (within 4 minutes - wow). He didn't realize until after we arrived that another vehicle had even been involved. He was released from the ER - and told to contact his primary care physician. The investigating officer told him that his license would probably be pulled for medical reasons and his doctor would have to provide documentation that he was okay to get it back. He also estimated the damage (not counting youngest brother's vehicle) to be $30,000.
Anyway, there is so much to be thankful for about this accident. No one was seriously injured. We were able to be there quickly for him. But it is still so scary, because it could have been way different. He's also concerned about how he will earn his living - he has his own lawn care business and his now totaled truck is how he moves his equipment. Plus, he isn't supposed to drive for the moment, plus deductibles. He also shares the last name of distant cousins that have deep pockets. It is possible that the other driver may decide that he was more hurt than he thought. Youngest brother is worried about that, but I told him not to be. He is basically judgment proof having very little assets and lots of liabilities.
Moral of this story - Have good insurance and READ the literature that comes with your prescriptions.