Quite a serious post guys, I didn’t think I’d have to write anything like it…
Hey everyone, welcome back 🙂
I had an experience recently, a horrible, scary experience that I wasn’t in a million years expecting. I wanted to share that with you, and share what I’ve learnt from it. This isn’t going to be the happiest post in the world, but then again this wasn’t a very happy event.
So, let’s go from the beginning.
It was Thursday 18th. I didn’t go to school that day, my brother had gotten back from school half an hour ago. We were waiting for my mum to get home, she’d called me a while ago telling me that she was on her way. She gossiped about work, we had a nice chat.
Then, at around 4:20 pm – 4:30 pm, I got a call from my mum again. So I picked up, answered ‘hey mum’, expecting to hear her respond.
But it wasn’t her.
I don’t accurately remember this conversation, but it went pretty similar to this:
‘Hello, is this Jazz?’ A woman says, not my mum’s voice, yet she’s calling from my mum’s phone. And she did say my real name, obviously.
‘Yes.’ I say simply, confused.
‘Hi, Jazz. My name is Laura I’m a nurse, my mum asked me to call you. She’s been in an accident, she’s fine she’s just hurt her back badly. I’m looking after her, the ambulance is on its way to take her to hospital.’
I froze, my heart sunk. Instantly all I felt was fear and shock. As for what I said next and what Laura said next, I can’t really remember. She reassured me, as I heard my mum screaming out in pain in the background, and eventually hung up. Then I told my brother.
We were both in shock, we were both so scared. What do you think when you hear back injury? Especially after you hear your mother crying out in pain, and that she can’t move.
I broke down then. My brother calmed me down. Then I wiped my tears and jumped into action. Pulled socks on, grabbed my coat, money, put trainers on. Told my brother to do the same. My plan was to go to the hospital. I called a trusted friend, asked if he was with her dad and if she could pick my brother and I up. She couldn’t but she’d prove to be very supportive as you’ll find out later.
After we’d hung up, I got a call from mum, well Laura. I gave the phone to my brother this time, and he found out her the accident took place. It was actually really close to my house. And we found out that they were still waiting for an ambulance. The phone was on speaker now since Laura told us that mum wanted to speak to us. You could hear the pain in her voice, she was crying…it was awful. That set me off again, and my brother started crying as well. Mum told my brother to go to her and told me to stay away. Which didn’t make sense to me, I was the older one. So that scared me even more – why didn’t she want me to see her?
My brother went, and I sat down on the steps and cried. All I kept thinking about what was ‘what if this…’ ‘what if that…’ I was SO scared.
Time passed, I decided to call mum’s phone again. My brother was the one who answered. He told me it was ok, that mum was fine it was all ok. So I wanted to go and see her, but he was against that as well. So I sat at home, feeling useless. But I had more hope, my brother said she was ok, his voice sounded believable.
Time passed again. Mum was calling me. But then again I didn’t think it was going to be her when I picked up. But it was!
She sounded ok, and that was enough to bring me to tears. Happy tears! Finally, shed some happy tears in my life! I told her how much she scared me, how scared we both were. She made a few jokes, you could still slightly hear the pain in her voice but it was better than before, but I laughed like a mad child at the jokes because I was so full of relief.
After that phone call, I allowed myself to get out of action mode. I took off my shoes, coat and put the money away. Then that friend I mentioned before called back. She was so concerned, really concerned. And it made me feel so lucky to have her as a friend. All my friends (apart from one butttt we won’t mention her) were amazing when I told them. The friend that called and I couldn’t talk much because my brother came back, and I had lots of questions for him.
The good news was that the ambulance finally came, the police were at the scene, and he was positive that mum wasn’t injured fatally.
Those crazy hours came to a slow end. I made dinner because mum would have wanted us to eat, I caught up on my Australian dramas I love, but with everything I did, I kept my phone close by. My brother told me that Laura was a nurse, but she wasn’t working at the time! She just happened to be on the same bus but didn’t get hurt, so she threw on her cape and started to save the day. So Laura’s awesome, I need to thank her somehow.
I called my mum at around 6:30 pm. She was in so much pain, crying again. She told me that she’ll call me back because she can’t really talk now. That freaked me out again, I cleaned the dishes and the kitchen to distract myself.
I tried again at 7:00 pm. It kept going to voicemail until 7:40 pm when she finally picked up!
It was such a relief, such a relief. She told us she’s waiting for results from an x-ray, and she’s most certainly coming home today. The joy I felt was immense.
She came home at around 8:30 pm. She’s really hurt her lower back, but she’s on hardcore painkillers AND she has the determination of fricking Martin Luther King Jr, so she’s gonna make it through! It’s gonna take time, but she’ll be fine.
She wants to sue. Like really badly. And I don’t blame her! One of the first things she said when she got home was: ‘I’m gonna sue!’ which says it all!
I know you’re all wondering, what was the accident anyway? Well, my mum and several others were on a bus, a single decker. The bus wasn’t packed because it was at the point of its journey that everyone had reached their destination. The driver was shit all the way through the journey, speeding like crazy. A guy was pulling out and he didn’t see, and he broke really hard. It scared passengers, my mum said people were yelling in outrage. But that wasn’t the one that caused the accident.
My mum had just pressed the bell, she and a few others were standing up, holding onto the rails, ready to get off. This driver was speeding like a madman down a HILL, obviously losing control. A woman and her child were crossing the road and he didn’t notice in time, causing him to SLAM down on the brakes hard. Like really hard. Passengers went flying, my mum flew into the side hard and fell, an old man fell to the ground hard and a lady hit her head on the bars.
So that’s how it happened. I’m pretty positive that the driver is gonna lose his job, and I’m sure Mum will get some compensation for sure.
Now. What happened on Thursday was an eye opener for me. A real eye opener. I know I didn’t convey the fear, the chaos of that day well in that post, but can you really? You have no idea how that situation feels until you’re IN that situation. One phone call can change everything. What happened could have had such a different outcome, an outcome I don’t even want to think about. It made me think of this, a typical response, but life truly is precious. You have NO IDEA what’s gonna happen next. So don’t waste time hating others close to you, don’t waste time holding a grudge. Because in that week I was so mad at my Mum throughout, and it could have been my last week with her in my life. But I’m SO THANKFUL it wasn’t. We had a close call as a family, and it’s affected me more than I’d let on. But that’s all it was thankfully, a close call.
That experience also made me notice how….disconnected I am from my family. I don’t know 99% of them, the 1% I do know I barely talk to, I don’t have many numbers of people I trust and my Mum trusts to call in situations like that…my brother and I were flying solo in such a scary situation. And that was one of the really terrifying parts of it all.
Everyday before she leaves the house, I’m going to not be a lazy idiot and I’ll get up and say bye. I’ll give her a hug everytime and tell her to have a good day. I won’t end a conversation on a bad note, I’ll appreciate the little things she does. I’ll welcome her when she gets back from work, ask her how her day has been. I’ll say goodnight to her before bed instead of just going to bed, I’ll tell her I love her more often.
And I encourage you all to do the same. To anyone in your family, not just your mum. Not even just your family….friends too! Because you never know what could happen next. You never know when that time is the last time.
Well, that’s the end of today’s post. It’s Sunday as I’m writing this, my Mum recovering. She’s in the ‘it’s worse before it’s better stage’, yesterday I had to help her stand up. But she’s getting there. And LOVING the attention! It’s good though. I got my baking skills out after years in hiding and made her a banana cake because she prefers the one I make than ones in stores. And I’ve been cooking, cleaning all weekend! And the best daughter award goes to…. Thank you for reading, and I apologise because this post probably wasn’t well written.
And the best daughter award goes to….
Anyway, thank you for reading, and I apologise because this post probably wasn’t well written. My writing skills go out the window when I’m talking about something sad and/or meaningful.
(PS: she’s doing what she soooo shouldn’t be and mopping the bathroom floor. She stops for NO ONE! I aspire to be that head-strong and stubborn in life….but that’ll never happen lol)
I’ll see you guys next time, with a post about another experience, but a much happier one.
– All The Jazz