Memories

Bright headlights in a dark night. "What does he think he's doing!" was the last thing I remember saying. It was so quiet , so black when I next remember anything. My first thought was about Hollis..."don't look," ...but I have to! Ever so slowly I turned my head to the left and instantly new my sweet heart was no longer on this side of the veil. "Stay calm", said the voice, "you will just scare those who are trying to help." I returned to the blackness.

Someone was trying to get me out of the car. "She's wedged in!'', "No, undo her seatbelt". I blacked out again. It was much later I learned that Bro Shell pulled the locked Malibu door of it's hinges in an excepitional show of adrenalin..He later said he was afraid there would be a fire from the head on collision.

I next heard some above my head reporting that they had given me morphine and were headed into the ER . blackness again. only to hear Bro Jordan and Bro Davis at the head of the guerney asking how they would be able to notify Hollis' family. The voice the spoke to me.."Give them the phone numbers, you have the numbers, give them the phone numbers." I heard their startled voices and the rustle as they went to grab paper and pen to scribble the numbers and was mumbling..Then, I leaned over the guerny and regurgitated massive amount of blood that had drained into my stomach. I was aware enough then to as the Elders where Hollis was...The pause was very long..and I already knew but I still had hope..."He's upstairs in another room." was their reply...But the pause told me more than they had. Again it was much later that Bishop Jordan told me the ER doctor was worried about further shock if I were told the truth. But I already knew, didn't I.

I blacked out from time to time but did awaken to hear the Priesthood blessing that Bishop and Bro Davis gave. I listened closely for the work, "Healed" and did not hear it..But greater far was the comfort I felt that no matter what happened it would be God's will.

I remember feeling cold scizzors cutting my clothes from toes of pantyhose up through garments slip and dress. I asked for a bedpan..I must have starteled the nurse because she asked again what I said..I had to repeat several times and said I needed to urinate...finally she understood when I said I had to go pee! She ran out of the room..hopefully for a bedpan , but instead she brought the ER doctor. He wanted to know how long had it been since I had used the toilet..I thought that was a stupid question but told him anyway and he proceeded to lecture me on the importance of using public toilets so bladders would not rupture if there was a seat belt strapped across a lap...I eventually got the bedpan...

When I was finally able to look at the bruises there was one on each hip where I had been restrained ...and right across the lower abdomen..A good chance that my full bladder could have ruptured .

I was subsequently transported to Methodist Hospital in Indianapolis. My injuries were too severe for the Franklin co hospital to handle. But that is another story...My heart was broken..My sweetheart was gone...And reason for living was only found by looking at the three beautiful children....but oh, the tears...

The pain was horrible. the nurses tied exam gloves stuffed with ice together and slung them over to either side of my head..They were giving me IM demerol for pain..the injection would take 20 min to kick in, work for about an hour and then for the next 3 hours I would be in horrible pain. From this I learned that demerol makes you sleep but does not take away the pain.

The first time I looked into a mirror while in the hospital I looked like a halloween pumpkin on shoulders . But miracles do happen.. The plastic surgeon and the oral surgeon told Dad that I would be in the hospital at least 6 weeks. First they needed to let the swelling go down enough so they could do the repair on my facial bones. Then there was recovery time..Instead surgery was done the following week and I was sent home 3 days later...I better save this before my server goes out.. to be cont.