My awful Sunday night.

So I may or may not have mentioned before that my husband rides a CBR 600 street bike. It has been one of his favorite things to do since he bought the bike in March or so. He grew up riding quads and learned how to drive at a young age. Anything with a motor, he is great with.

Sunday around noon he went on a huge charity ride with about 50 other bikes. They delivered a whole bunch of toys to a Wal-Mart and then went to lunch at town square. He calls me at every stop so I know he's okay.

At about 4:35 Sunday evening a got a phone call from his phone. I answered thinking it was him but instead I heard an unfamiliar voice say "hello. Is this summer?". I knew immediately something was wrong and began bawling. Seriously I was crying so hard I could hardly understand the man. All I knew is that my husband had been in an accident on the 95 free way under the Valley View overpass.

I didn't know if he was okay, I didn't know what to do. I couldn't think straight or see straight. Somehow I had gotten my boots on, found my keys and was running to my car. I called his mom. No answer, she was at work. I called my mom. No answer. I called his dad (who had just gotten out of the hospital the day before with a hole in his colon), he answered. I mumbled that Austin had been in an accident. He said he was getting dressed and to tell him what hospital to go to when I found out.

I got a text from his friend, Cody, who was riding with him, seconds later telling me he was going to the UMC Trauma center on Charleston & that he was okay.  I told his dad, his mom called me and I told her where to go. To be honest, I have no idea how I got to the hospital without causing an accident.

I got to the Hospital before my husband did and I waited. And waited. No one was telling me anything.  His family arrived and we cried and waited together.  Finally we were told that one person was allowed to go see him and his family told me to go, I am his wife. I'm his wife.

When I finally saw him he was naked, all his clothes had been cut off. He was under two thin blankets and shaking. Of course I was a mess but he looked confident and okay. He told me he was fine. He told me he had bad road rash (not our first experience with this nasty wound) and his shoulder was in a lot of pain. I asked if he was cold, he said he was shaking because of adrenalin. He told me he had a guy that stopped to help him call me as soon as the guy reached him. He said he remembered my number and he just needed me to know.  But I needed to know how this happened.

A black dodge avenger had cut him off on the free way in the far left lane, and then for no reason break checked him so hard that white smoke came from the avengers tires. My husband had to lock up his breaks so hard his back tire lifted from the ground and rolled the bike throwing him off. He went sliding and rolling about 100 feet in the freeway. When he stopped rolling he was able to get up and run out of the road thankfully. The asshole (yes, I'm allowed to say that & that's the nicest thing I've called him so far) drove away and left my husband. Thank god cars stopped to help him and his friend, Cody, was by his side within moments. He said this all happened so fast.

The doctor rolled my husband to look at his wounds that pretty much covered his entire lower back and butt area.(not posting pictures because it's totally gross). They had to give him Percocet so they could clean him up and then they were sending him home with me.

I went back to the waiting area and told his family he was okay and he was coming home! His grandma had driven out from Paruhmp and Cody was there with his roommate. My parents called me every few minutes checking in. I am so happy they were there with me. He came walking out about 45 minutes later. I pulled up my car and got him in. Cody followed us home to help him up the three flights of stairs to our apartment. His family was over soon after with some dinner.

It was hard for both of us to sleep that night. I took of today and tomorrow off work to help him out as it's very hard for him to move. This has all been very heartbreaking for me. Seeing someone you love so much in pain is so hard. Tomorrow I will be taking him back to the hospital so he can get his wounds redressed and so we can get his shoulder checked out again.

I am so thankful and blessed that he is okay. Someone somewhere was taking care of my Austin. I am so appreciative of the support and love we have received from our family and friends. I don't know if I could be this strong without them.

His riding jacket now has so many holes and pads missing. Especially in the shoulder that he says hurts him so bad now. His helmet visor had shattered when he had hit the pavement and the helmet had been ground down about half an inch. His jeans and socks had holes. (His shoes flew off).

& the bike... I will be burning it if he ever wants to get back on it again. Period.

- we are currently in contact with the police department trying to find the (insert  meanest name you know here) that caused this. Hoping someone saw something or there was a camera somewhere!