Meeting Persephone

Nope. None of my posts have been all that funny lately and I know it. This one is not going to change the status quo around here. Some drama is self-made (like my cannabis advocacy and outrage of those problems) but sometimes shit happens to us that we cannot change.

My husband went to Denver to say his final good-bye to his uncle. He spent the entire day with him Saturday and was to head out Sunday morning to catch a flight home. I'd spoken to him about half an hour before he was leaving for the airport and all was good. Thirty minutes later there was a different kind of call.

My husband, 600+ miles away from me, had been in one of those "and they walked away" type car crashes. He was talking to me on his cell phone, obviously shaken, telling me what had happened (that he could remember) and I heard sirens pulling up behind him. By far this is the worst sound I've ever heard to this point in my life. Knowing that someone you love has just been involved in a serious accident is hard enough but, once you've established that they're reasonably ok, knowing that you're so far away that there is absolutely no way you can be there for them is absolutely brutal.

I'm not going to go into all of the details of what happened. Suffice it to say that he choked, blacked out, hit a concrete wall on one side of the interstate and guard rail on the other while going about 55 mph. He is freaked out that he blacked out and even more freaked out that it happened when he was "in a 'bullet' travelling 55 mph on the interstate that could have killed someone and had no control over himself". We are both beyond thankful that nobody else was even involved and we've also learned that his black out was a "fluke" (per doctor) and not an on-going condition. He was issued a ticket for "careless" driving that we intend to fight - would they give a "careless driving" ticket to someone who'd had a heart attack when driving if nobody else were injured in the accident?

Everyone in Denver believes that he was either protected by their god or an angel. I believe he was protected by a talisman I'd made for him that I'd also bound with a protection (that was quite specific). He doesn't know what to believe but he tends to lean toward his grandparents looking over him though he won't leave the house with his talisman. Frankly I don't really care what it was but am thankful that he is now home and safe. His blood pressure has gone back to fantastic levels and he is only dealing with minor bumps and bruises and a blood spot in his eye. A horrible car wreck and he's still in better shape physically than I am! LOL How the hell does that work?

The very sick and very tired Trash Heap has spoken.