My Dad had a bicycle accident on Monday. Nobody called me and I basically found out because I just happened to call my parents’ house Tuesday night (their time).
Ok, in their defense I have to say that my Mom was going to call me that night and I just happened to call before she got a chance to call me.
I still don’t understand why she didn’t call me Monday night after they got back from the emergency room. After all, it was still midday for me here.
Anyway. No worries. My Dad is ok -Â sort of.
What happened is this: My Dad plays tennis every Monday night and this timeÂ he had taken his bike to get to the tennis courts. At 9 p.m., after his training, he rode his bike home in the dark. That was when he completely overlooked a cobblestone on the street and hit it with his front tire, which sent him flying head first over the handlebars and his face hitting the asphalt.
He then managed to get up andÂ walk his -totally trashed- bike home while blood was running from his nose.
He sat at home for about an hour (with ice-packs on his face) until my Mom came home from a school meeting and took him to the emergency room. I have no idea why he didn’t call my sister or anyone, but I guess, he was in shock.
At the emergency room, they did an x-ray and diagnosed him with a broken nose and a couple of open wounds that had to be stitched up. His face is pretty bruised and swollen, but besides that he seems to be ok.
He was quite lucky that he didn’t fall on his head and end up with a concussion or something worse.
I can’t even think about what would have happened if he hadn’t been able to get himself up. Who would have found him, if anyone?
My sister didn’t learn about our Dad’s accident until Tuesday night either and she was quite upset as well – even though my Mom had tried to call her during the day and she just hadn’t been home. In any case, it drives me nuts that I am so far away and can’t go and see him. Even though my sister told me that she went to see him today and that he’s doing ok,Â considering his injuries, I need to see him myself.
Thank God, I am flying home inÂ 8 days!
P.S. Happy Birthday again, Sanni! I know you read this :)