After work Thursday he had a few drinks, and got back to the train station near his house around eleven at night. He forgot his cell at home, and he couldn't get a hold of his parents to get a ride home. So he started hoofing it back. At an intersection near a Quick Chek, a SUV spun through a quick u-turn going about forty miles an hour. Mike had a walk sign, and didn't expect the SUV to one-eighty. He was struck and flew thirty feet, his left thigh bone shattered, his right pinky finger broke, the left side of his face skidded along the ground getting torn up, the right side of his hip got fractured, and a few other random injuries. The SUV driver attempted to leave the scene, but a Quick Chek employee stopped the driver, who is currently in jail. Turns out the asshole was driving with a suspended license.
Mike remembers leaving the train station, then nothing until waking up in the hospital being told that he can't have anything to eat or drink as he was about to have surgery. Yeah. They gave him a steel bar for his thigh, but he had some blood on the brain. Got it checked out by a neurologist, and he was ruled fit for surgery. He gets headaches from time to time, but is getting painkillers. Morphine in ICU, the Rush Limbaugh special since then. The doctor mentioned getting a plastic surgeon to look at the side of his face. He looks like he's been put through hell, but was able to laugh and make jokes. He hobbled to and from the bathroom, and has been hobbling about to avoid blood clots. As I told him, at least we're in our twenties and able to still mend up pretty quickly. Poor Mike. He's a great guy, and I'm glad he's going to make it.
Tomorrow he starts rehab, and should be out of the hospital in a week. Family, friends, and friends of family have all stopped by. My flowers added to the growing collection, and he kept on trying to foist Snapple off on me, as he had a whole case and it was too thick for him to stomach. Today they said he should be up to solid foods, but all he could handle was yogurt and fruit cocktails. Earlier attempts at a cheeseburger didn't work out. Drinking lots of water, sleeping all the time, slightly feverish, his body is on the mend. It was good seeing him, and I feel a million times better knowing that he's going to make it.
stepson and April were talking about how everyone from that circle of friends who was nice has had a traffic accident, so they advised me to start kicking puppies to avoid a similar fate.
So best wishes and hopes for a speedy recovery for the Russian spy.