Do you ever wonder why something happens? For example... a car crash? is it really an accident or is it pre-planned? some people call it destiny or fate. Some even say our destiny is written for us long before our conception. If that is the truth then Moi has something to really bitch about.
Now I realize it has been awhile since Moi has written. Life has gotten a hold of me tightly by the throat.
The Summer of 2013 was full of ....well, life.
The end of May brought the sale of my paradise shack, Moi packed all of my worldly possessions, Diva Girl, and my Dollar Store wine glasses. We ended up house sitting for our butch gal pal Dion as she and her butch gal pal- Lillian hit the open road on a tuna expedition for a few months! One evening in mid June Diva Girl and Moi were sitting outside sweating our asses off, while trying to cool off with chilled bottle of Chardonnay, the ceiling fan, and chatting on the telly with Tulips. She was on her own for a few days while Big Daddy was in Minnesota with his pals at a Antique Auto Show. He attends each year, and looks forward to it greatly!
While we were chatting Tulips said she had another call to take. So we hung up. Within 10 minutes she called me back. Her voice was filled with fear, panic, and sadness. As she told me the following words, my heart was wrecked with fear... "Big Daddy has been in a car crash, he might have a broken neck, and is being taken to the trauma unit via ambulance." All I could do was cry. How could this have happened? Why did this happen? Then the mighty warrior inside of Moi jumped into action. I regained my composure and took control of the situation so I could get us answers. Tulips called my bro and his family while I called the trauma unit that Big Daddy was taken to.
I called the switch board/receptionist at the hospital, told her who I was and why I was calling. She then transferred my to the trauma unit. I was cut off! So I called back again. Guess what... I was cut off again. That's when I decided to channel my inner "Cruella Deville" and called again. This time I asked to speak with someone that was competent enough to transfer me to the trauma unit with out being cut off, and that if it happened again I would be on the next plane, and when I got there I... well let's just say I made my point!
Finally, Moi was talking with the Head Nurse about Big Daddy. After 4 days in the trauma unit he was back home. Big Daddy had suffered a concussion, a broken neck, and brain trauma.
He has been on a very long, painful road to recovery with no end in sight. He has other injuries/side effects from the crash as well that we are praying will heal properly. His vision was blurred, his short term memory has been damaged and he has experienced intense head pains.
Most recently we have learned that his neck has healed, however there are other extremely severe complications and he will need surgery on his neck.
It is so very difficult being so far from them. I was able to sneak home for a short time to see my Parents(whom I miss dearly) and help them.
My mother Tulips, has been a rock through all of this, ever so strong, loving, putting others first as she always does. She is a Saint! Hail to Saint Tulips! Long live Saint Tulips!!!!!
Join Moi and his family in sending out positive energy and healing thoughts and words that Big Daddy survives this next big hurdle.
This picture was taken by Moi in April when they came to Paradise to visit us!!!!!
