Hit by a Truck (Literally!)

So…three weeks ago N was out jogging in the evening and as he was crossing the street at a crosswalk a teenager driving a pickup truck ran through a stop sign and hit him.  The driver had slowed down so N thought it was okay to cross but at the last moment the kid saw a car approaching on the cross street and he wanted to cut out in front of the approaching car so he gunned it and hit N, tossing him out into the street.

Thankfully, he stopped and called 911.  The police called me and I rushed over (it was just a few blocks from our house) and got there as they were loading N into an ambulance. N was conscious but as the police put it, “in an altered state” which meant that he kept repeating himself over and over.  He kept reassuring me, “I’m okay, I’m okay!” but the blood on him and the way his foot was sticking out at an odd angle FREAKED ME OUT. 

I drove home and arranged for a neighbor to stay with the kids and my in-laws came and drove me to the hospital. We sat with N in the emergency room as they stitched up his face and he kept repeating himself some more (due to a concussion) but this time he kept on making the same bad jokes over and over every two minutes or so.

N would dramatically stare off into the distance and exclaimed, “I don’t think I can go on anymore…Grandpa?  Is that you?…What?  You want me to come into the light?…Grandpa?”  It was both horribly both more and less funny because he was all bloody and in a neck brace and wired up to an IV and his parents and I had been so worried.  The nurses were pretty amused.

The orthopedic surgeon on call came in and discussed the surgery N needed with us.  His tibia and fibula had both been broken with the tibia sticking out of the skin (gah).  N had surgery and they inserted a rod that basically runs the length of his shin and two screws to hold it all together.

We stayed in the hospital for two days while N recovered from surgery. The nurses were wonderful and I was impressed with the yummy cafeteria food (seriously!).  After N showed them that he could get around safely on crutches he was discharged him.

Our family and friends were amazing during all of this.  N’s mom came and stayed with our kids and our neighbors also had them over to play. Another one of our neighbors anonymously mowed our lawn. While we were in the hospital N’s boss and coworkers came to visit and sent a yummy fruit basket and a ginormous cookie basket. Out-of-state friends sent some delicious chocolate-covered strawberries.  Local friends brought over dinner and came by to visit.  And N’s out-of-state siblings sent a fun book, pizza, and groceries. 

We felt so loved!

It was wonderful that we had so much support because the first few weeks were pretty rough.  N had to get twice-daily shots on his abdomen to ward off deep-vein thrombosis (and I had to give them to him) so it was unpleasant for both of us.  N’s non-broken leg had been scraped along the road and got infected and required two rounds of antibiotics to treat.  At its worst it was pretty gross (here’s a pic if you don’t mind that sort of thing) and really worried us. I would freak out every time I changed his bandages and then I would go stress-eat and stuff my face with cookies and chocolate-covered strawberries.

But things are finally settling down.  N went back to work full time last week and while he tires very quickly his body is healing nicely.  The foot that was infected foot is doing much better and tomorrow we have a follow-up with his surgeon to see how his broken leg is doing and how long he’s going to be on crutches.

Throughout this whole thing N and I have both been conscious of how blessed we were/are.  It could have been much, much worse.  N’s hospital room overlooked the helipad and we could see the helicopters landing at all hours bringing in people who were in much worse shape. Compared to most of the other patients in the trauma ward N was in awesome condition.

I am so grateful that N wasn’t hurt more seriously, that the driver of the car stopped and called 911 (and that he has insurance!), and that that we have so many people in our life who care for and support us. I can see the hand of the Lord in our lives and for that I am grateful. 

We were on Korean TV

Way back in 1999, before we were dating or even very good friends N and I went on a study abroad trip to Korea with our professor Mark Peterson…and a Korean film crew followed us around and made a documentary!

I have a VHS tape of it somewhere, but our professor just uploaded the whole thing to Youtube so N and I just watched it again for the first time in over a decade.

I’m not in the documentary that much, the narrative focuses on my friend Carol who was on the trip with her fiancΓ© Doug (romance!) and on an adopted Korean-American girl, Mischa, who got appendicitis and had to have emergency surgery (drama!)  Ironically, the crew actually missed the whole appendicitis incident so they later took Mischa back to the hospital and had her reenact lying listlessly in bed wearing a gown so they could get some footage (!)

The scenes I’m in include 

  • 19:15 – I am separated from the group and get lost at a Buddhist temple on Buddha’s birthday and stumble over “rocks and stuff”
  • 21:15 – Me praying at a Buddhist temple
  • 27:30 – We take a traditional music class (this was one of my favorite parts of the trip)
  • 37:15 – I summarize my feelings about the trip and then N talks for a bit. We’re sitting next to each other so that must have been filmed during the few weeks of the trip when I started to get an hunch that this N guy might be kind of awesome πŸ™‚

I’m so thankful that this documentary exists. I am fascinated to see how very young we all were–I was only 18 at the time and in the process of figuring out who I wanted to be and what I wanted out of life.  Our trip changed my life: it helped me figure those things out and connect more with my Korean heritage.

And it also introduced me to the charms of a certain wonderful guy.  πŸ™‚

Serendipitous Saturday (1 of 2)

On Saturday N and I took the kids and drove up into Provo Canyon to see the fall foliage.  The trees up in the mountains change color several weeks before those on the valley floor and usually by the time I think about going up into the canyon the leaves there have already fallen.

But not this year! We drove up to the Squaw Peak overlook and the views were amazing.

At night Squaw Peak is popular with college kids looking for a spot to park and make-out.  N and I never made it up there when we were dating–the laundromat parking lot next to my apartment complex was much more convenient πŸ˜‰ –but I bet the views of the valley at night are awesome too. 

Things Are Looking Up

N just sent me a link to this video.  Downtown Abbey + Fresh Prince of Bel Air = just the sort of awesomeness I need after this crazy week. 

Another sign that things are looking up is that it’s our wedding anniversary tomorrow. 11 years! 

There is no one I’d rather go through life (and all of its assorted plumbing catastrophes) with than my sweet, funny N.

I hope you have a lovely weekend–see you next week!

Folk Music For Your Friday

A few years ago I posted a video of two Swedish sisters singing a Fleet Foxes song (seriously, listen to those harmonies!) and now those sisters are grown up and have a band, First Aid Kit and are performing on Conan and whatnot (coincidence?–you decide!)

I got their new CD, The Lion’s Roar, last week and it has been on repeat in my car ever since.  It’s piercingly lovely with a real strength running through it that reminds me in a way of early Dolly Parton which I also love. 

If you like folk music I hope you’ll love the album.  Listen to more of their songs on their MySpace page.

I hope you have a lovely weekend.  Two of the most wonderful men I know have birthdays today: N and my dad, so we’ll be celebrating all weekend long.  We’re having cake and presents with the kids but I think I might be looking forward to eating without our lovely progeny at a new-to-us restaurant the most.  I love spending time one-on-one with my funny N.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

photo by Sister72 on Flickr

Happy Valentine’s day! I hope you have a lovely day and someone nice makes you feel special.

After we had a horrible experience with an overpriced fixed Valentine’s day menu a few years back I swore off fancy Valentine’s day dinners. Instead I’m heading to the grocery store in a few minutes to pick up the ingredients for a simple steak dinner at home. And then hopefully this weekend or next we’ll make it to a nice restaurant for a leisurely kid-free meal.

I know I don’t talk about him a lot here, but I’m grateful for my Valentine. N is the best sweetheart and friend a girl could ask for. He’s funny and thoughtful and dreamy and kind. He supports my various endeavors and inspires me to be the best person I can be.

And on top of all that, he bought me new countertops for Valentine’s day! I’m a lucky girl πŸ™‚

Daddy’s Girl

Lately Mimi has been going gaga over N. Her personality is really starting to shine and she is quickly wrapping him around her little finger.

Yesterday after church I walked into the family room and saw this:

I couldn’t help exclaiming “Awww!” which promptly woke her up. Oops.

And then there’s also this:

Hooray For Tuesday!

I can’t remember the last time I was this happy to see a holiday weekend end. N has been out of town at a music festival since Friday but is coming home tonight. I originally had all sorts of grand plans for when he was out of town: the main thing I wanted to work on was piecing my rainbow quilt. But I came down with the bug that E’s been fighting for almost two weeks and consequently got nothing done. Instead I moped around the house in a fog and went to bed early every night.

I did get to see a few friends but other than that we just stayed home. With E being cranky and me not feeling well there were more times than I care to admit when my patience wore thin. But happily there were some lovely moments too. Exhibit A:

Anyway, we are all really looking forward to having N home tonight. E cried and cried when we dropped N off at the airport and has asked when his dad is coming home every day. I’ve really missed spending time with N and chatting with him about our days every evening.

Ten Years

N and I celebrated our tenth wedding anniversary this week! When we were married we had known each other for almost three years and had been best friends/dated for two so we already knew each other well. I already knew that N was the best friend I had ever had and I thought that he would be a great husband and father. But I didn’t know just how great of a husband and father he would be.

Not to say that we haven’t had our share of disagreements (we have, especially during those first few years). But underneath all the stresses of life with kids, jobs, and a mortgage there’s a friendship and love that deepens the joys and makes the disappointments easier to laugh about.

I don’t know what the following years will bring but right now I’m happier with my life than I knew was possible. Things just keep getting better and better and I chalk most of it up to the marriage N and I have built together. The idea of being together with him forever makes me ridiculously happy.

Yangdong Folk Village

While we were driving around the Korean countryside we stopped by Yangdong Folk Village. Over five hundred years old, it’s a functioning traditional village and the seat of two prominent Korean families. It’s also where N and I first got to know each other; we both lived there for a summer as part of a university study abroad trip way back when.

It was great to be back to the village. It was over ten years ago that we were there and it was even more better than I remembered it. Living there for a summer was a pretty amazing experience–we lived in an traditional compound with three houses (one for the girls, one for the boys, and one for our professor and his family), held our classes outside on the traditional wooden porch, washed our laundry by hand, taught classes at the local elementary school, and bathed outside using camping showers (except for when we could hitch into the next town to go to the bathhouse).

E outside the compound where we lived during our study abroad trip.

Us back where it all began.

The houses we lived in were at the top of a steep hill. I remember the walk being a bit of a pain but the view was/is spectacular.

I love the traditional houses.

The fields were golden with rice almost ready to harvest. When we lived in the village N and some of the boys helped plant rice (and had some leeches stick to their legs).

It was great to stroll around the village and down memory lane. The summer I spent in the village really cemented Korea’s place in my heart (and introduced me to my wonderful husband-to-be!)