he still doesn’t believe in helmets…

My cousin Tommy took an ATV over a sand dune Thursday, and the handlebars and his face met up together, with brutal force. He now has a cracked jaw and totally fractured nose, and a large hole ripped through his cheek, but he is alive. We are all so, so grateful…he is alive. Though, like Aunt Hilary said, “His modeling days are definitely over”. To add to the swollen jaw and plastic tubes holding space there in his new nasal cavities, he has a half beard.Why? Well, in true Tommy style, he fought with the emergency room Dr. over the necessary shaving of it, and insisted on keeping half. “Dr., if ya can’t see where the bloods coming from, that’s just too bad!”

Deacon rushed him over from Florence, and they rebuilt his nose, last night. He was discharged this morning and we asked if he could stay with us for a few weeks, to heal up. The boys and I are here all day, and it’s easier on us than busy Deac and Hil. Plus we are closer to the Drs, if there is an issue with his recovery. Oh and, a few days ago?  I kind of prayed that God wouldn’t let Tommy move to California with some mentally unstable woman who wanted him to marry her. Then THIS immediately happened and she broke it off with him this morning. So I kind of owe the boy some pudding, at least, right?

We made up a soft bed on the pullout sofa in the living room. The Dr said to keep his head elevated at a 30 degree angle and we decided that’s about 3 pillows. John stocked up on soft foods. I bought him a pack of Camels, because now isn’t the time to preach at him to try quitting, again. The boys love Tom and are glad he’s here-(and not just because, to let him rest quietly this afternoon, I let them all play the Wii on a WEEKDAY-shocker) So Tommy will get to listen in to our school lessons for awhile and he seemed glad. He shared a few of his own thoughts as we discussed Aristotle, Caesar Augustus, and (ironically) the Bible lesson of The Good Samaritan. When school was out, I forced him into bed because he was trying to fold my laundry pile and kept insisting he was going to “earn his keep”. I had to threaten to crack his other jaw, to get him to lay still.

About sparrowjourney

Christian homeschooling mom to three boys, married to my best friend, John, for over 20 years. I love gardening without gloves, learning history with my kids, cooking with lots of butter, serving others, great books, rich coffee, studying the Bible, camping outdoors, scrapbooking, vintage home decor, the smell of rain and cut grass, authentic people, poetry, laughing until your sides hurt, and babies. oh and black licorice is pretty awesome.
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