This week has been absolutely one of the worst, yet best weeks of the year thus far. This is going to be long, so read on if you dare!

Monday, DH & our BS's were breaking down camp from the long weekend they took to go fishing/camping in the southern part of KY, at least 100 miles away. I was working, yeah for me? So, about 11, DH calls to say that they were just about finished, and would be heading home in about an hour. Ok, fine. Hour passes and my cell rings at work (usually DH). It is not DH, but my BIL. BIL & SIL had gone along with their children as well. I knew something was wrong if BIL was calling me, as we dont really get along that great. He says DH has been in a really bad accident and is being taken by ambulance to a local yocal hospital, then proceedes to ask for his insurance card??? I question him more and find out that DH fell 12 ft off the back of the boat he had just taken out of the water, landed sideways on a picnic table and then landed in gravel. GREAT. You really have to know DH to understand how panicked I was. DH is about on his last life. About every couple of years, we go through something like this, where he has a life/death situation and lives, of course. He has a nickname of "Morris" around the firehouse b/c of all his "accidents" and his use of his 9 lives. Anyway, he was unconscious (sp?) for a while, so when EMS got there, they thought he had internal injuries. Lucky for me, the paramedic who was working that day was a friend of mine from Louisville and was just picking up some extra shifts down there. He called me and told me they were stat-flighting him to UL hospital (level 1 trama). I KNOW what this means, I am an EMT. Things are NOT good.

When I finally get to UL, NO ONE will tell me anything, only that he is in "room 9" (this is the room where all critical, life threatening injuries go before moving on to the regular ER). Great. To make matters worse, I am alone. They put me in this room where they put people to tell them their family member has died. Yes, that room. I have put many family members there over the years....I know what it means. Again, I am alone. Finally I stop sobbing long enough to call my brother who uses his only day off to come sit with me b/c we know it is bad. He is a psychologist (though not practicing) so I know he can help me with my situation. 2 HOURS LATER, yes, 2 hours, a doctor FINALLY comes in to tell me that DH is "stable" and is unsure of internal injuries at this time, and allows me back to see him. He is not at all aware of anything, though conscious, somewhat. During all this time, I called SD16 to let her know what was going on, b/c I honestly thought he wasn't going to make it. ( we have not gotten along in the past...read previous blogs about SD)

Hours pass, and family start to show up, though not MIL (witch). SD16 shows up by herself (will explain later). She is of course, extremely upset, yet really doesn't seem to want me to comfort her, but does let me hug her. So, hours pass again.....finally all the tests are back and the only thing wrong with him is bruised kidney and bruised body and bruised ribs....no broken bones or internal injuries, lucky bastard. This is what always happens...I am grateful it isnt worse, b/c it sure could have been. So, he has been home all week w/me taking care of him (wears me out )

The day after we get home from the hospital, SD16 calls to check on DH. He is lucid enough to have an actual conversation now, so they chat for a while and then she starts to cry. DH questions her and out comes 6 months worth of crap she has been holding in. Turns out, living with BM wasn't all it was cracked up to be. She wants to come home. DH was shocked, and told her he wasn't in that kind of mental state at the moment to discuss it with her, but he would try to wake up more and talk to me, then call her back. In the meantime, SD tells BM she wants to live w/DH again, and BM flips out. Told her to pack her shit and get out. She starts to pack and BM comes in her room and starts calling her everything but her name and tells her to "wait" outside for your dad. SD then calls us and is hysterical, so we go pick her up. BM says she cannot have any clothes or her cell or anything???? She's whacked out!

After we get SD calmed down enough, we do talk with her about what started all this........ she says that BM called DH early the day before to ask DH if SD can use his address to return to her previous school. He says no. ( he was angry from argueing with BM which is what made him not focus on standing on the boat the way he should, which lead to his accident). BM had called back later that day and got BIL who told her he was injured, she didnt believe him. So, by this time I had already called SD to tell her about her dad. Sd called BM to get her out of school to go to the hospital. She refused....WTF? So fast forward back to when SD is with us....she said that after she got home from school that day, BM was telling her that Dh was a piece of shit and she hoped he'd die....also told her that she was a piece of shit for caring about him. She was going off on her saying that DH was making it up to keep her out of the high school she wanted to go to??? BM is certifiable I tell ya.....CRAZY! So, long story short, SD's grandparents (BM's parents) drove 30 miles out of their way to pick SD up and take her to the hospital. God love 'em. So, SD is now with us. I had to take her to register in school yesterday and buy ALL of her clothes and school supplies, she didn't even have underwear. She kept calling BM asking to be able to come get her things, and BM said NO, you have gotten all you are going to get from here....CRAZY!!!

So, that night, SD sat on my lap like a baby, and cried for a long time. She apologized for everything and told us how wrong she had been. I forgave her, of course, and now she is being so very helpful and full of gratitude. Thanked me for taking her to get clothes, etc and cried like a baby the whole time. The only thing that concerns me is that while she was with BM, BM took her off her meds. Right now, she is acting fine, but I am "on guard" to how it will affect her in the long run??? I guess we'll see. She has been an absolute joy to be around, very helpful with DH and everything. Hmmmm, I am scared she will break me heart again as she has in the past. I guess we will have to wait and see, but I am willing to take that chance.....