The police officer who mentors Jordan picked Jordan up on Saturday, September 2. Yes, I should have blogged it then. I know. I have come into my crazy busy time of the year and just didn’t make myself blog.
I was having trouble getting Jordan to listen to me and had called and asked him if he could talk to him.
He picked him up and probably 30 minutes later he called me and told me there was an accident and that Jordan was hurt a little. I hurried down to where they were. I saw the car before I saw Jordan or the police officer and my heart sunk. It took all I had not to put my car in park in the middle of the street and run to find Jordan. I managed to put it into a parking spot and ran to Jordan who was sitting on the side of the road.
It turned out that they were going 55, on their way to back up a call, when a teen pulled right out in front of them. No time to brake, just to adjust the wheel a bit. Air bags deployed. Window shattered. Car totaled.
Because of the air bags deploying, the seat belt burns Jordan had, and the computer equipment being down by his legs, they decided to transport Jordan to the ER in an ambulance.
I rode with him, I was in the front. I had already called Pato, Jordan’s dad, and my mom before I got in the ambulance.
If you are friends with me on Facebook, you followed this whole thing from the ambulance to now. I posted on the way to the hospital because I knew that I could let every member of my extended family know and have a team of prayer warriors praying for all involved in this accident within minutes.
We got to the hospital, they took him to trauma. They checked him out and sent him down for a cat scan.
It was decided he would stay in the hospital overnight, on a liquid diet, for observation.
We were released at about 4 pm the next day. Someone was being mr machismo at the hospital, he refused help with the pain, telling everyone he was fine.
When we got home, he started complaining about the pain. Monday I called to see if they had taken X-rays of the horribly bruised areas, pelvis and ribs. No.
Tuesday I took him in to check his pelvis. His dr didn’t think anything was broken, just normal muscle soreness.
Last night he had me feel an area of his chest that felt like a line of stone. I took him back in this morning. The dr ran X-rays, which I don’t have the results of yet, but he thinks his pec muscle was just really hurt. He said that that and his pelvic area could take weeks to heal.
I am just thankful he is all in one piece. It could have been so much worse, looking at the car.
I want to thank everyone for their prayers and support. I couldn’t have made it through it without leaning on God, my family, and friends.
Have a beautiful day!