What a ROUGH DAY!

Last Friday was HORRENDOUS!

I know some people who have had broken bones hurt at certain times, like when the weather changes or if it is about to rain. Well, my ankle hurts sometimes, but I haven't related it to any weather activities. It just decides sometimes it is going to hurt. Well it was hurting last Thursday, and I decided to go to a Zumba class anyway. Well while I was there I REALLY twisted it bad. OUCH!!! So Friday, I could hardly walk.

I took the kids to co-op and had to go back home to make lunch and get some other things together. I'm not really sure why it happened but after I dropped the kids off I ended up having an anxiety attack. I don't have these often (maybe once or twice a year). Anyway, the doctor had prescribed me some Xanax last September to have just in case I had another attack. Well, I didn't need it and I had NO IDEA where that bottle could have been. I looked everywhere. I called the doctor's office in a panic (obviously) and had to leave a message on the refill line. I asked for a refill of Zantac, because I thought I REALLY needed one today. Well no one called me back. So as I was running out the door to pick up lunch for the kids, I noticed a purse in the garage that I used to carry. I looked in there and happened to found the bottle. I took one.

I got to co-op and I was just crying and crying. I could not physically stop myself. A friend prayed over me. I tried to explain to my kids that I was fine, that sometimes this just happens and I can't stop myself from crying. One of the teachers helped me wrap my ankle up, and within a few minutes the medicine had set in and I was fine.

I was able to enjoy the kids do their performances. And I was very grateful Greg was able to attend their show. So on the way home, my cell phone rings. I couldn't reach the phone so I didn't answer it. (thankfully- looking back at the situation)

When I got home and got everyone settled in, I listened to my message. Greg had hydro-planed on the interstate, went across the median, and landed on the shoulder of the other side of on coming traffic. It was Greg who had called me. He told me he was fine. However, that immediately set off another anxiety attack. I thanked God over and over for protecting him, but I couldn't get it out of my mind the "what ifs".

Greg said he was surprisingly calm. He examined the situation. He was fine, the car ran, so he just drove off and went to work.

I on the other hand was a mess! I really tried not to, but I had Ashley crying too. I called the pharmacist to see if I could take another Xanax, b/c the bottle said I could take one 4x a day as needed. Well I didn't know what that really meant. I cried to him, the whole long story. (poor guy) And he said, yes you can take another one. About 5 minutes after I get off the phone with him, my doctor's office calls. I'm wailing. The nurse says, "Are you alright?"

me blabbering....again tells the whole story and how I just got off the phone with the pharmacist who says I can go ahead and have another one and how I found the bottle, etc. etc.

And she says, "well I thought I ought to call, because you asked for Zantac, which is an OTC heartburn medicine."

OH GOOD GRIEF!!!! No wonder they didn't call me back right away!

Anyway, the medicine did calm me down. Greg realized 2 of his tires were bald. He DROVE home AFTER work in the rain. He got home safely- and we got him new tires Saturday.

NOW...For the funny part. I got to hear from one of Greg's co-workers on what he was like after the accident. He said, Greg was extremely calm (VERY very unusually calm). He said that all of his co-workers were looking at him and kept asking him if he was OK. And Greg would say, yes I just need to get this email out. Of course every one else would have gone home after something like this happened, but not Greg. One of his co-workers actually said he wondered if Greg was really alive or a ghost, because Greg would be that ONE person who would come back to WORK to do that unfinished business of sending an email before passing on into the next life.

I'm so thankful God protected him!!!!!