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November 2, 2009

When I said I wanted winter boots…

Filed under: About Me, Travel — sashyjane @ 2:30 pm

This isn’t what I had in mind.


Let’s back up for a moment, shall we? I told Grandmama earlier in the week that I’d like to take her out to Papa Dan’s grave to swap out the silk flowers for a more fall appropriate arrangement.  Mama decided to come along too.  After we replaced and arranged the flowers, we drove to the cemetary where my great-grandmother is buried to check on her flowers. They still looked pretty good so with a 2 for 1 coupon in hand (Grandmama never goes anywhere without a coupon) we headed toward Moe’s for lunch.

There wasn’t a whole lot of traffic out and it was only 11:30 so we were debating on whether we should run any more errands before eating.  As we traveled up Highland Avenue and approached the intersection at Damascus Road, an industrial white van -who clearly did not see us- made a left turn in front of us.  I knew it was going to happen. There was no stopping it.  I jammed my foot on the brake as hard as I could but to no avail. Our passenger side front ends collided with the most force I’ve ever experienced in my life (and I’ve been around the block a few times when it comes to wrecks.)

Airbags deployed, the windshield cracked, the front end was smashed, my glasses and headband were knocked off of my face.  I’m pretty sure I screamed a cuss word in front of my sweet 85 year old grandmother.  In short, it was awful. As soon as we came to a stop, Mama and I both checked on Grandmama who was in the front passenger seat.  She was clutching her face in hands and moaning.  I immediately started boohooing at that sight.  Thankfully Mama got out of the backseat and ran to pry open Grandmama’s door.  I opened my door and tried to get out.  What’s wrong? Why can’t I move? Holy Crap! My foot hurts bad.

Where’s the other driver? Why isn’t anybody stopping to help us?! Mama handed me her touchscreen phone to call 911 while she tended to Grandmama. I couldn’t figure it out so I dug around and found my phone to make the call.  The firemen showed up in a matter of seconds. By this time, a few bystanders had collected to see if we were alright.  The police showed up next and finally the ambulances arrived.  Grandmama and I both needed to be taken in.  Since we were involved in a front end collision, we had to have neck braces and backboards.  After what seemed like an eternity, we were loaded up in the ambulances and taken to University Hospital.

By this time, I was in so much pain I couldn’t stand it.  I was hurting and I was so upset that poor Grandmama was so upset.  Once we arrived at the hospital, the nurse came in and took my vital signs and then the doctor came in to remove me from the backboard.  After what seemed like an eternity (but was probably only 20-30 minutes, a nurse returned with a shot for the pain.  I needed x-rays on my foot and ankle.

Mama traveled back and forth between my room and Grandmama’s.  She said Grandmama was getting hand x-rays because her thumb was black and blue and they wanted to make sure nothing had been broken in her chest when the airbag deployed. Her x-rays came back clean and the nurses cleaned the abrasions on her face and wrapped her hand with an Ace bandage.

I wasn’t so lucky.  The doctor came in to report that I have a broken heel bone on my right (driving) foot.  He said it’s a strong bone so it takes a huge amount of force to break it and it’s an injury they usually see in men who have fallen off of ladders.  I was wrapped in approximately 100 feet of padding and told to call on Monday for an appointment with the Orthopedist.  This type of injury takes a minimum of 6 weeks to heel heal.

On the way home, the pain was intolerable. Daddy got my prescriptions filled and Mama played nursemaid to both me and Grandmama.

I’m feeling much better today- the pain meds are really helping and I have an appointment for tomorrow to hopefully get a more permanent cast.

This is most inconvenient and I keep thinking of all the things I won’t be able to do- take a shower without sitting in a chair, go dancing in Nashville this weekend,  go shopping the day after Thanksgiving, go upstairs to my bedroom,wear cute heels,  drive or take Tater for much needed walks.  However, through my complaining, I see blessings.  I am so grateful that I was me who was driving and who got hurt and not Grandmama.  I was also fully prepared to spend a great deal of money on cowgirl boots this weekend.  Now I can save that money and afford to buy a few more Christmas presents.


Wow…. I didn’t realize how long this was. Kudos if you’ve reached this far.  I’ll be pretty immobile for a while so hopefully I’ll have more time to stalk the internet and blog about the pretty things I find.  How was your Halloween? ;)



  1. U poor thing!!! How horrible. I am glad you are all ok. What happened to the driver that hit you?

    Comment by Danielle — November 2, 2009 @ 3:25 pm

  2. OMG, Smurna!!! I hope you’re feeling better. Sounds like all of you were very lucky.

    Comment by Joy Jones — November 2, 2009 @ 4:22 pm

  3. So sorry to read this. Hope you mend soon.

    Comment by Laura Casey Interiors — November 2, 2009 @ 4:37 pm

  4. Hi Sara Jane! We are all missing you terribly here at Trinity on the Heel! We’re thinking of having a Heeling Service for you. Praying for your heeling!

    Comment by Nancy — November 2, 2009 @ 4:44 pm

  5. SJ,
    First,Nancy is guilty of plagerism or however you spell that. She has no idea I could look on this site, so Nancy you have been ID’ed as a plagerismist! As I mentioned to Nancy ,we will be having a heeling service on the heel at Trinity on the Heel also Rev.Greg H. would like to anoint your heel with heeling oil. Would you like spray or liquid and do you prefer EVOO or another kind, Check out Rachael Ray if you do not know what EVOO is. Heel up real quick so you can get back to the Heel and work. You don’t have to tell me, I know you are quite impressed to see my comment on your blog. I am actually a closet blogger or is it clogger? Checkout my face book -WWW.BR549.FBI.gov. see you soon.

    Comment by Rob — November 2, 2009 @ 5:19 pm

  6. Those TOTH folks are real cut-ups! I say go for the EVOO because while you’re heeling your heel, you’ll also experience many added health benefits (check out the internet)!! Anyway, so glad mama and grandmama are fine. I do love the toe-nail polish by the way! WE miss you!

    Comment by Kim — November 2, 2009 @ 10:04 pm

  7. oh my goodness! i am so sorry! i hope you get better soon! foot casts are no fun…we just got ours off today!

    Comment by nicole — November 2, 2009 @ 11:07 pm

  8. Oh, Sara Jane! I am so sorry. I’m praying for quick healing. Until then, I hope your casting goes well tomorrow morning. So sorry about the thwarted purchase of the cowgirl boots. However, no need to kiss the heels goodbye:


    Comment by Julie — November 2, 2009 @ 11:38 pm

  9. Sara Jane,

    Boy, when you do it, you do it all the way!!! I am sorry about your setback. Should you need a wheelchair, crutches, etc. call me. How can I reach you? At your parents?
    Miss you greatly!

    Comment by MA — November 3, 2009 @ 4:18 pm

  10. Hey Sara Jane!
    I’m so sorry about your accident! I hope Tater wasn’t in the car. I miss you and continue to talk to you over the “Great Wall” pretending that you are there. Kathy L. has answered a couple of times but it’s just not the same. Those pathetic Heel people remarks are heel-arious! I sure hope you are better soon! Let me know if you need any toe polish, I’ll pick out some fun colors for you- maybe we can arrange for a zebra finish!
    We MISS YOU! Love,Carol

    Comment by Carol — November 4, 2009 @ 8:53 am

  11. Sara Jane, dear, I had no idea! I’m so sorry, and hope you’ll be up hopping around in no time! And I’m thinking it’s time to decorate the cast? Perhaps a damask.

    Comment by JENA — November 6, 2009 @ 11:46 pm

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