My nerves have been stretched about as far as they'll go today but I believe everything is gonna be ok.
The phone woke me up some time after 7 but I didn't make it to answer it before they gave up and hung up. Shortly after I started sipping on my first cup of coffee the phone rang again and noone was there, then again,,,noone, a little before 8 or so it rang again and after the guy told me who he was my heart dropped to my toes. It was Andrews (I forget if he's a major or lieutenant), my son's superior at the prison, calling to tell me that Bubbie's horse had thrown him and they'd air lifted him to the Med's trauma center in Memphis. I was too scared to take a breath by then but he continued to tell me that they thought he'd be ok,,probably a broken collar bone,,but that he was having problems breathing so they'd decided to send him by helicopter instead of by ambulance. He asked me if I could get in touch with Jerri because he hadn't be able to reach her.
In less than 10 minutes I dragged Zach out of the bed, threw on some clothes, and we were out the door to go tell Jerri what had happened so she could go up there to be with him.
They kept him in Memphis all day and did x-rays and a CT scan, his collar bone is broken in 2 places, he's sore all over, and they're not sure if he's also got a fractured shoulder blade (he returns Friday to check that out) but thank The Lord he's going to be ok but won't be riding a horse for over a month. Jerri is probably going to have her hands full over the next while though with 2 babies and a Bubbie to keep up with.
We don't have the best of luck with horses in this family.
Now. I told Cassie-b after I read her post yesterday that her visitor's brother had stopped in to see us earlier this week and that I'd post a link to his photo on my blog today. I took this through the slightly dingy window of my back door on a hazy morning but I still think he looks rather handsome sitting out there on the garden rail.