I was supposed to have a doctor’s appointment today to renew my pain medication. I worked through lunch. Then, at about 2 p.m., I get a call from the staff at Julie’s group home telling me that she’s been in yet another auto accident. I swear the poor child is cursed.
Needless to say, any of my remaining children being in an auto accident is terrifying. I’ve already lost one child to the car gods, I don’t think I could survive losing another. As I rushed to the hospital I continually ran it through in my head, the way the police would meet me at the ER door, the words they would say that I’m sure would sound exactly like the words I’ve heard before.
Thankfully, I got to the hospital and the only person to meet at the door was one of her caregivers. Thankfully, she’s fine. Banged up, some bruises, but nothing serious. She was more concerned with whether or not she’d have to go to work tomorrow.
I find myself tonight, missing my mom and my son. I miss them both every day, but today is a bit worse. Tomorrow will be better. And the day after that and the day after that. Until the next accident.