4 days after my last post, I was struck with conjunctivitis. I was out on medical leave for last week. I went to the GP 3 times before he reluctantly handed me a referral to a specialist. I went to the specialist on Saturday and he prompted gave me one week medical leave with the assurance that it will take at least another week for me to recover. This is the least of my issues.
This afternoon, I received a call from hubby who yelled into the phone, "Come here now, we just got into an accident, it's very bad! Very bad!". I couldn't hear him clearly but I could hear Ryan crying in the background. I quickly changed out of my pyjamas and asked the domestic helper to get ready to follow me. All the while my heart started beating faster by the minute. By the time the phone rang again, a minute later, I was shivering.
I finally got the location of the accident and we made our way. Remember I still have conjunctivitis and I couldn't open my eyes very wide. All throughout the drive, my heart was racing and I kept asking God to watch over my family. Strangely, I was grateful I just said a prayer of thanks to God 2 days ago and asked him to keep my family safe from all danger.
I reached the place of the accident within 10 minutes and was relieved to see my kids sitting on some structure near the junction. They were surprisingly calm until they saw us. Then they started crying. After some comforting, they stopped crying. I was aghast at the sight of the cars. For some weird reason, hubby's car was in the wrong lane, facing the wrong direction. I asked him how the heck it happened.
Apparently a lady was turning right from the opposite lane but didn't stop to check for oncoming cars. I guess her vision was blocked at the junction. Hubby was going straight and he swerved sharply to the left to avoid a headlong collision. Hence, the weird angle. A guy was taking photos at the scene. The lady came up to me and said she was the one who caused the accident and that she was sorry. I said it's ok, no one was seriously injured. I could tell she genuinely felt bad and I didn't want to make it any worse for her. I remember that I was very scared when I hit the back of a car on an expressway many years ago and I don't think she need another source of stress.
Ryan had abrasions and a cut on his forehead because he was on the front seat. Apparently he slipped off the booster seat and onto some broken glass. Luckily he had his seat belt on. I think there was bleeding but it stopped before I arrived on the scene.
They had to wait for the tow truck and file a police report for insurance purpose. I had to whisk the kids off to fetch Xavier. On the way to Endeavour, I listened to Keane's rendition of the accident. "Daddy went straight, then turned left, then bang!". Ryan said, "Daddy's car crashed! I have blood!"
It was a close call. By the time I reached the school gate, a lot of kids were on their way out. Xavier was normally one of the first few at the gate and I was worried that I missed him. Remember I cannot see very clearly with my eyes. After some time he appeared. When I told him that dad was in an accident, he asked, "So whose fault is it? Didn't the lady hear Daddy warn her when he came?". This is a result of his dad sounding the horn every time he is approaching a junction to warn people of his approach. Something which I don't do and get criticised for. What's the need if you are on a slow approach and can stop easily?
We went to the clinic for a check on Ryan and left with an anti-bacterial cream. All's well now at home and you wouldn't know that they were involved in an accident. Ryan even said, "I want to tell my teacher my daddy's car crashed!".
I stayed pretty calm throughout the episode which took no more than an hour. This is just another reminder that life is very precious and we sometimes need reminders like that, as much as we don't want them. I'm glad my family is safe and sound, conjunctivitis and all.
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