I stole the title from my sister. When I wrote about Jeremy’s accident on Facebook, she commented “sounds like he was stuck between a rock and a hard place”. Here’s why:
Monday afternoon Jeremy took Emery to play a round of golf. I took Savannah to get a pedicure before our upcoming vacation to Orlando. After getting our toes painted pretty, we went to get a bite to eat. As we were getting in the car to head back home I got a text from the golf course that Jeremy was in an accident and being taken to the hospital by ambulance.
When I finally saw him in the emergency room, I couldn’t believe my eyes! His left leg was completely mutiliated. There was a hole, I’m not kidding, at his shin and I could see all the way down into his leg. It was probably 3 inches long and a half an inch wide. A little further down, on the inside of his calf, there was another smaller hole and 3 or 4 deep slices right down into the muscle. The rest of his leg from the knee down was void of skin.
Kinda gross in details, I know, but all I kept hearing is that he was in a golf cart accident. How does that happen in golf cart for cryin’ out loud?????
Turns out, as my 2 boys finished up one hole and got in the cart to go to the next one, the gas pedal stuck full throttle. The wheel just happened to be turned all the way to the left, so the cart went full speed ahead toward a stone landscaping wall. Instinctively Jeremy put his foot out to brace the impact of the crash, but when he did, his foot got stuck between the wall and the golf cart. When the cart hit the wall, it broke the axel and so he could not turn the wheel back to the right, nor could he release the gas pedal. So the cart continued moving, twisting and dragging his leg the entire length of the wall.
Ouchy Momma!!!!
Once the cart finally released him, his first thought was that he lost his leg. He started calling to other golfers for help and when one couple got to him, the woman started screaming which made him look down and notice that indeed his leg was still there, but he had severed an artery near the calf and blood was spewing each time his heart pumped.
The couple helped him wrap his leg to try to stop the bleeding and also took Emery up to the clubhouse to call 911. The ambulance took him to the ER where Savannah and I were waiting. I will never forget the look on my little boy’s face when he came into the waiting room clutching the towel covered in his Daddy’s blood. I didn’t know if he was going to smile or burst into tears. I think he wanted to do the latter, but held it together and gave me the biggest hug ever.
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