My “Tough Old Broad” Story
I am writing this post on Thanksgiving and among all the other great things I am thankful for is the fact that I am here to celebrate this wonderful day.
I’m sure that most of you remember that I was in a pretty bad UTV accident in August, 2019.
I was riding in the UTV with my sister-in-law and granddaughter, Molly. We were just taking a leisurely ride around Jeff & Julie’s property—they had bought property and built a house there. By the way, a UTV is kind of like a Razor with a bench seat across.)
We were having a tour of their property when suddenly the UTV took off. Molly “so thankfully” had put her seatbelt on and she was sitting in the middle. I was thrown out and the UTV went into the ditch and rolled a couple of times. Molly stayed in—thanks to her seatbelt—and Julie was thrown out after it rolled into the ditch.
I was the most seriously injured and was flown to UC Memorial Hospital in Colorado Springs. I was in the ICU for a few days and then spent a few more days in the normal area of the hospital. In total I had five surgeries. Today I have almost no lingering accident issues.
When our sons-in-law saw that I was pretty tough to handle all of that without too much fuss, they began calling me a tough old broad in a very loving way. I love it and them.
I hope you all had a good Thanksgiving Day. Unfortunately, our families had to celebrate the day in separate family gatherings due to the COVID issues. We did a lot of texting and exchanging of photos.
Hopefully, Thanksgiving next year will be “normal”.
Hugs to each of you, Pat