Thursday, April 14, 2011

Change of plans ...

Yesterday was a lesson in flexibility.  The whole day.


Steve left for work and I headed to the computer to do some work.  While I was there, Steve called and started the call by saying he wasn't at work yet.  I didn't think anything of it, other than to think, "of course not, you haven't been gone long enough."  I chuckled over something I was looking at online, and he made the mistake of asking me "what?"  So I started telling him all about it, until he interrupted me.


"I'm sitting in the Sheriff's truck," he said.


That got my attention.  I asked him what happened and he proceeded to tell me he'd hit a deer, the car was most likely totaled, and he was fine.   He wasn't injured in anyway, which surprised the Sheriff  Deputy since it was a full-size doe at 65 mph.  I woke our teen girls up to stay with the younger ones because I was going to need to pick Steve up after he accompanied his car into town with the tow truck.  And thus began our lessons in flexibility.


Steve called his office to explain he wouldn't be in right away, and we headed to the insurance company.  We got there just as they were opening their doors, and workers were still arriving.  They thought we'd hear from the insurance adjusters quickly and we'd get a rental car fairly quickly.  Steve thought he'd go into work a bit late.


However, we didn't hear from the insurance company until afternoon, and we didn't get the rental car until 4 pm.  No work for Steve.  Through the afternoon, he'd begun to have some aches and stiffness.  A stiff neck, a sore shoulder/arm from the seatbelt, and a sore stomach.


That night we took the kids to church.  Some of them had an early event, so we took the rest of the children to the library until church regularly starts.  While we were there, Steve began to feel nauseous and sick.  He ended up throwing up, sweating, and getting faint.   At first we weren't sure what to do, but we took the children to church and dropped them off.  We were pondering whether Steve needed to go tot he ER.  My Dad (paramedic) said that yes, he needed to be checked out at the ER to be sure it wasn't a symptom of an internal injury from the accident that morning.  More flexibility, as we had planned to go finish some homework from a recent marriage class instead.


I was quickly debating, gather all children and take them home before ER?  Gather all children and take them TO the ER?  Leave the older ones at church and go to the ER, arranging for someone to watch them until we get out of the ER?  What?  We ended up leaving the kids at church and going to the ER, not sure how else to handle it, and not wanting to disappoint all the kids by taking them out of church.


After Steve was settled in the ER, and getting checked out, I started trying to make calls, and send texts, to make sure that the kids and some adults at church knew where we were and could watch the children until we got back.  In retrospect, I should have ran in and talked to someone in person before going to the ER.  But we soon had assurance that the kids would be okay, and then the Pastor came to see Steve after the EKG, while we were still waiting for his CT scan.  This time the kids got to learn to be flexible while they were watched over by church folk and driven home by the youth pastor's wife.

In the end, we ruled out heart attack, heart damage, internal bleeding, and all injuries from the accident.  Conclusion:  stomach virus or food poisoning with really bad timing.  Really bad timing.


That was an expensive lesson in flexibility.  We lost Steve's commuter vehicle, and spent a couple hours in the ER with some high-cost testing.  And now we have to figure out how to replace his commuter car, what is the best value for the family?  Will a more expensive option up-front be better in the long-run, or should we go cheap?  Steve drives 180+ miles per day,  so it has to get good gas mileage, and it needs to be reliable.  We're still waiting to hear what the insurance company says, and we'd appreciate prayer for God's provision and wisdom.


I'm just thankful Steve is safe.


April E.


  1. Wow! What a day! I hope you are all doing better today! ((((hugs)))0

  2. Glad he is safe, but sorry for all you and yours had to go through. Praying for you!

  3. Oh my. I'm so glad he is ok. Yes, praying that the Lord will show you what is best for your family.

  4. Those kinds of situations aren't fun, and for those of us (like me!) who aren't as flexible as I probably should be, it's really no fun at all. Praying that you will find the right car quickly, April!


  5. Sigh. Your message was so timely. Steve wants to drive to Denver to pick up a used car. I do not want to drive to Denver and back (in separate cars on the way home) just for a car. I certainly don't think it's such a great deal that it's worth the trip, but he does. And he may be right, but I'm being very inflexibly stubborn and "bah humbug" about it. I know I need to tell him that if he thinks it's the right car, I'll go. BUT I DON'T WANT TO!

  6. Well, my dad had to be really flexible yesterday - he was working in his office in his home (he's a self-employed mechanical engineer), and heard what he thought was his Suburban honking, like the horn alarm was going off. He went upstairs, but noticed it was quieter than usual, so he thought it was the neighbor's Silverado and he went back downstairs to his office. After a minute, he heard a solid honking that was louder, so he went back upstairs and went outside to see what was going on.

    Unbelievably, his Suburban had spontaneously caught fire! Out of 2.5 million Suburbans sold from 2000-2011, his was #14 of Suburbans that spontaneously caught fire due to an unknown electrical wiring issue! He called 911 and poured a big container of water onto the front of the driver's side where the flames had burst a large hole out of the windshield, and the fire was put out before the fire trucks arrived 10 minutes later.

    Even though it was a 2000 Suburban, it was in pristine condition - just like brand new. It only had 105,000 miles on it - he always drives his Suburbans 500,000 miles, so it still had 5-10 years of use in it.

    This was their best vehicle. Their other car, a 1993 Chevy Caprice (think taxi style!) is on its last leg and needed yet another car repair again (it's got 225,000 miles on it). They were hoping to replace it by paying cash from my dad's latest job when he eventually gets paid from it; it could be another few months before he gets paid.

    My mom was hoping to retire in the next few months, but now they are facing having to replace two vehicles at the same time. Not exactly what they had planned to do. They're both in their early 70s, and we feel like she should really retire because of her health.

    We are so grateful that no one was in the car, driving down the interstate. They would have probably died with the explosion that burst through the front windshield. In the 8-10 seconds it would have taken to slow down enough to pull over, the smoke would have probably inundated the driver. We're also praising God that it didn't catch their carport on fire and thus burn down their home.

    God changes our plans, and sometimes, we won't know why until we reach heaven. Praying for your car situation, and for my parents', too!


  7. Yikes! Now that is scary! I can't imagine. Glad it was parked in the driveway, and was put out so quickly!


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