Monday I got the kind of text message you don’t want to get, from our daughter Lexi. “Hit by car. I’m okay, but going by ambulance to hospital.” !!! She was biking home from her lab when a car turning into a parking lot hit her and sent her flying. She escaped without broken bones or head injury—pretty miraculous—but she has one badly banged up knee and one very badly banged up knee. After a full night in the ER, she came home on crutches and heavy painkillers. She’s camped out on the sofa now, moving as little as possible and awaiting a further doctor visit (today) and probably an MRI to find out the extent of her injuries. At best, large and nasty bruises. More likely, some ligament damage, and who knows what else.
We’ve been planning a trip to a family reunion, but now we’re holding off a bit longer on that, since we don’t know how soon she’ll be able to travel.
She’s had a steady stream of supportive friends coming to visit. At least we’re finally getting to meet some of her coworkers and friends! They’ve all been great—two of them hanging out in the ER for hours with us, and the rest coming to the house bringing food and flowers. If you have to be immobilized and in great pain, it’s good to have friends like hers.