Oh, the drama. The drama of our final week in this house. Christmas was fun and went off without a hitch, other than two of the three Wee Ladies getting sick. We got the tree down and out of the house on Boxing Day, the decorations put away. We are packing and moving furniture. And then the big bang came.

Last night, after Hubby came home with The Destroyer from an unsuccessful visit to our local hospital, we were working in the office. All of a sudden, a BANG! came from outside the front of our house. We ran to the living room window and looked out. I have never seen anything like it in real life; only in Made for TV movies. There was a minivan on our front lawn. And it t-boned Hubby's pick up truck, which in turn hit our van. And it was still running, the accelerator still down. ALL OF THIS ON OUR FRONT LAWN! I called 911 and we ran out to see if there was anyone inside. Sure enough, there was a guy in the driver's seat. And he was having a seizure.

I was on the phone with 911 giving them all of the details and Hubby came to the rescue. His van was locked, so Hubby took an ax and smashed the back window, climbed in and helped the guy through his seizure. He also talked with paramedics while they were en route to our house. Hubby kept the guy comfortable and calm. The guy could understand Hubby, but Hubby couldn't understand him. All he could get were the words, seizure and epilepsy. The paramedics showed up and took over. I am proud of Hubby for his brave and calm reaction. He just knew what to do. He is certainly a good Samaritan.

There were cops, firefighters, neighbours, passersby, lights, and two schmucked vehicles at our house. Oh, and the maple tree was run over as he drove by our front window.

The driver is okay. He had gone into a seizure driving westbound. We live on the south side of our street. He crossed the oncoming lane two doors down, came over the curb and sidewalk, skimmed our neighbours' two vehicles, caught some air over their rock garden, came across their lawn and ours at full speed, and was stopped by Hubby's truck.

Our van got hit on the back of the driver's side and the tail light was smashed. It totally looks like I don't know how to drive. I am going to be on the road and stopped at a light and I am going to get the stink-eye from all the other drivers around me. My fellow drivers are going to think I suck at driving and that I don't know how to back up properly. They are all going to think I hit things. And that I can't afford to get it fixed. I am going to own the road because everyone is going to avoid me. And I have to drive around like this for a few weeks because the van isn't going to be fixed until we are all moved. It might be a good thing- owning the road.

I am glad everyone is fine. I am glad no one else was hurt. I am glad that there was no one in the oncoming lane or walking on the sidewalk. I am glad my neighbour wasn't out taking down her Christmas lights, as she was about to do before the drama began.

It made me think about how fleeting and how quickly things happen. It made me think about the importance of always watching what is going on around me and paying attention to who is around me.

Now we are dealing with the insurance company, which has gone smoothly. We had furniture picked up today. We have a sick baby.

I took The Destroyer to the doctor today. She has had a fever on and off again since Christmas Eve. She has not been eating like she usually does, like a Hoover vacuum. She woke up with a dry diaper this morning. She is not herself, but not totally lethargic either. She is wheezing and coughing. The doctor ordered a chest x-ray today. I went to the hospital and we belted her into the x-ray chamber for babies. She freaked out. We waited for the results and sure enough she has a little bit of pneumonia. Great. So medication begins for her. And I smell from my sweating as I chased her around Digital Imaging for an hour.

Hubby and I both had premonitions about this drama. I had a thought yesterday about an accident occurring on our front lawn and didn't know where it came from-totally random. Hubby had a dream 2 nights ago about breaking into a car from the back and rescuing someone in the driver's seat. He told me about it the next morning. How-weird-is-that?

For someone who hates drama, why does it find its way into my life at the busiest time?

I know why. So I can blog about it.

We move in less than a week. There is nothing like going out with a bang. It certainly makes for a good story.

All's I'm sayin's all.

Labels: Drama, Hubby