G-Dog left the house on his bike, headed to work, as I was getting out of bed this morning.
About ten minutes later I got a call. “Can you come get me? I was just hit by a car.” I was there in a few minutes (at the intersection of McCallie and Holtzclaw). The cops had already arrived and were getting the details from Greg, over on the sidewalk. He was standing with his bike. He looked fine upon a quick scan — shirt still clean, no holes in his jeans or visible road rash — until you got to his feet. He had on sandals and his left toe was oozing blood and the toenail was peeled back almost to the cuticle. Yuck.
A moment after I arrived, the driver who hit him raced up and introduced herself to the cops before she offered (apparently for the second time) to take Greg to the ER. One of the cops gestured to me and said something about his wife taking care of that. She looked at me with horror for a moment and then reached out and enveloped me in a big hug while she repeatedly apologized for hitting my husband with her car.
Once the cops were satisfied with G-Dog’s report, we headed for his doctor’s office. I am very anti-ER (if you’ve ever been to an American emergency room, you’re very well aware of my reasons), so I suggested that we head to G-Dog’s doctor’s office instead. I figured that an oozing toe was not going to impress anyone at the ER, where we might sit for hours, but the kindly internal medicine physician might be able to work G-Dog in — plus he might also have the added incentive of wanting to get the guy with the gross, throbbing, bloody toe out of his waiting room before all the other patients were freaked out.
Yay for the kindly doctor. We weren’t there all that long — enough time to get the toe numbed as much as possible before the doctor removed the toenail, and then got everything cleaned up and wrapped so that G-Dog could return to his day. He got to work around lunchtime. He missed a few meetings, but didn’t have to skip a class, fortunately.
From there, I swung by the bike shop to get G-Dog’s bike checked out and make sure there was no major damage (turns out, the back tire — which is what took the impact — was wobbly and needed to be trued up). Then I hit the pharmacy to pick up the course of antibiotics that is apparently necessary when your toe is half gnawed off. By the time I made it back home, I had a little time to grab a bite to eat and really get around before I had to be at an afternoon appointment. I picked up G-Dog on the way back, and we’re just now fed, cleaned up (he is surprisingly comfortable and doesn’t look like a guy who was hit by a car today) and enjoying a bit of wine…
Some Mondays are harder than others…
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