I had sort of a traumatic day on Saturday. I was teaching my workshop - very casual this time since I only had one student - and Dennis called to say that they were fine, but that he and Sam had been in a car accident.
They were leaving the gym where Sam has karate class and were still in the parking lot, stopped right before turning onto the street, when someone ran into them on the passenger side. Dennis drives an extended cab Nissan pickup and the car that hit them was a full-size pickup.
Some glass must have hit Sam. He had a bad cut on his eyelid and a few smaller ones on his face. Dennis was just sore from the seat belt. The paramedics checked them over and recommended that they go to the minor emergency clinic. Dennis' wife, Melody, took them. They looked at Sam and said that he needed stitches and needed to go to the emergency room, so Melody took him there.
In the meantime, I was trying not to freak out. Dennis assured me that Sam was fine, just a little shook up. I wanted to be with him but then I also wanted to trust Dennis to take care of him. I don't know if that makes any sense or not.
Anyway, when Dennis told me that Melody was taking him to the emergency room, I decided to end the workshop early and go be with him.
I think he was mostly scared. And he freaks out when he knows he's bleeding even a tiny bit, so I'm sure he was really freaked out after the accident. The doctor said that he had two options for stitches - the dissolvable kind (with risk of leaving a scar) and the regular kind (that have to be taken out in 5 days). Sam opted for the dissolvable ones, which I would have chosen, too, I think.
The cut is on his right upper eyelid. He also has a small cut on his nose and a few little cuts on his forehead. They said he'd have a black eye, but it's not too bad right now.
I was trying not to look at his eye while the doctor was messing with it, but before he started stitching, he said, "Hey, look at this - this is really interesting..." Dennis wisely just sat there where he couldn't see (he's very squeamish), but like an idiot, I looked. I have no idea what the doctor said after that point. Something about it being amazing that something didn't do something... I don't know.
But Sam was really brave during the stitches. The shot to numb him might have been worse than the stitches, actually. I think he ended up with six stitches.
Before he went to sleep that night, he said, "I'm really tired. I had a rough day." I agreed. He said, "This is the worst day of my life." Poor baby.
Oh, and on the way home from the hospital, he said, "Life comes at you fast." Indeed.
Last night he said, "My dad used the f-word at that other driver." I told him that was understandable.
So we're very thankful that everybody's OK.
Sam's a little self-conscious about his eye, so I told him to tell everybody that he got attacked by a shark or a tiger or something. I got the usual response, "Ha ha. Very funny."
Oh, Dennis called yesterday to check on Sam and he told me that 10 minutes earlier someone had rear-ended Melody's car. He said there wasn't much damage. I told him to stay home for a few days. It's amazing that with all the commuting he does, driving to Dallas every day for 9 years or so, that he gets into 2 accidents in town, in one weekend...