dixie_belle
Well-Known Member
You know, sometimes I feel like no one cares about us but now I know the most important person EVER is always watching over us. On July 4 my husband and I went to Menards for supplies for our storm shelter in progress behind the house. We took our truck and hitched up our stock trailer. We purchased a bunch of stuff - most notably 150 pieces of 20' rebar, 20 2x4's, and a bunch of other stuff. We were loaded to the gills, both the truck bed and the trailer. As we were entering the on ramp for the parkway, the trailer started to fishtail and within seconds the truck was rolling, as was the trailer. We rolled at least once, completely, and finally came to restin the median on the driver's side. I didn't open my eyes until after all the rolling had stopped and when I did I was hanging by my seatbelt over my husband. Our first question to each other was naturally "Are you ok?" I was, he wasn't. I unbuckled myself and climbed down to him and undid his seatbelt as it was hurting him. His head and left are had flopped around and come to rest sorta trapped between the truck and the ground. The fireman had to use the jaws of life as a jack to lift the truck off of him. Turns out he had fractured his neck in two places and needed surgery to fuse those two vertabra together. So now he has a plate and 8 screws in his neck. (Guess I can't accuse him of having a screw loose now!!) Anyway, even though we no longer have a truck or a stock trailer and we have ruined $1400 of brand new materials, we are both alive and eventually he will be back to his normal self (not that he was ever "normal" to begin with! The first people on the scene could not believe that I actually was able to crawl out. And everyone was amazed that our injuries weren't worse. Neither one of us was cut (beyond some superficial cuts and a patch of road rash on my husband's elbow) and all those things can be replaced. So all in all, even though it was a horrific accident, we consider ourselves blessed.
