Last Saturday, Scott was taking Gracie, our little schnauzer, to the doggie park for some exercise. I was working in my studio...still organizing and putting things away. The phone rings and it's Scott..."Honey, I've been in an accident." My heart dropped..."Are you alright?" He replied, "I'm fine...can you come pick me up?"
I find out where he is and jump in my car. So many thoughts pass through my mind as I'm driving to where his accident is...he must be alright if he called...just shaken up along with Gracie...but he didn't say anything about Gracie...is she okay??? I see the accident up ahead of me...there are 3 police cars, a fire truck and an ambulance...all lights flaring in the light of dusk. It looks worse than Scott said.
I pull around the police car blocking off the lanes leading to the accident...immediately a police officer is waving at me to leave and not enter the site. I roll down my window and tell him that my husband is involved in the accident. The police officer proceeds to lecture me on how he doesn't care if my husband is involved..."when I tell you to stop...you stop...I don't care if your husband is in the accident...pull over there and don't move from that spot." I'm flabbergasted...to be treated in such an uncaring manner when my loved one is in that accident.
Scott is walking towards me with Gracie...I get out of the car and walk over to him. Scott's voice is a bit shaky...he has scrapes on his hands. A huge contusion on his right elbow and his left wrist is very sore. Gracie seems to be okay.
The 85 year old lady who was driving in Scott's lane and hit him head on was being attended to by the paramedics. We had heard that she was conscious and talking...unfortunately we found out yesterday that she passed away from her injuries. Our prayers go out to her family...it is so very sad to lose your loved one in this way.
We are allowed to leave and take Gracie home. We drive to the emergency room where they take x-rays and don't see any breaks in Scott's left wrist. They give him a brace. They check out all the scrapes and bruises starting to show where Scott's seat belt was. Scott is achy and the wrist really hurts. I'm thankful it's only his wrist.
We get home and took Gracie to the doggie emergency. She was in the front seat and probably hit the dashboard pretty hard. The windscreen was cracked. We are pretty sure Gracie didn't hit it but just the force of the collision that had caused it to break. She was walking around a bit slowly and wasn't her barkie self. At the emergency, we found out that Gracie has bleeding in her lungs...no broken bones but they want to keep her overnight and monitor her.
Monday morning...the emergency doctor calls to let us know that Scott does have a fracture in his wrist. Scott goes to see the orthopedic surgeon for more x-rays and an MRI on both wrists. The fracture is confirmed. There is a hairline fracture in a bone that heals slowly. He needs a cast for 6 weeks....therapy for 6 weeks...which means no swinging of a golf club...then we are hoping 3-4 weeks to get the game back in shape. That puts Scott at mid May before he can get back on Tour.
Life around our house is beginning to return to normal...Gracie is off her pain meds and barking at anyone coming up to our house. She has started to jump up on the sofa and our bed...something she refused to do right after the accident. Scott is learning to do things one handed. All of his bruises are starting to heal. The aches and pains from being knocked about are starting to ease. We are just thankful that it's only his wrist and nothing worst...we are in good spirits because we know that God is good and in control.