When A Big Gnarly Crash Is A Good Thing.
So, I’m in Utah again after getting word that the kids dad had a really bad mountain bike accident and had been admitted to the hospital. After 3 hours of sleep and a text telling him “stay chill, I’ll be there soon, I always knew you should be admitted!” (to which he replied back, “suspicion confirmed!!!”), I hopped in my car and drove 12 hours to get here. When I got here I assessed the situation and then started making plans. 1) Find out exactly what happened and what was going on with his health. 2) Get the kids to the hospital to see him. 3) Go grocery shopping and start cooking.
So, to sum up, this is how it’s going so far:
1) What happened?
The kids dad was moving downhill on his mountain bike very rapidly (35-40 mph?) when something happened and he ended up hitting the ground with what appears to be every square inch of his body. He is covered in really bad contusions literally from head to toe. He broke his collarbone. He broke 6 ribs, 3 on each side. He shattered his helmet and got a concussion…which is much better than not wearing a helmet and shattering his skull. Yay helmets!
But that’s not the worst of it. As they were running tests and scans and xrays, they discovered he had a pulmonary arteriovenous malformation. I’ll let wiki fill you in on it because I’m not to clear about it. I do know that they can appear anywhere in the body and his brother had one in his brain that ruptured and was almost fatal. So, we know it’s not playing around in there. Luckily he had this terrible crash, because without it they wouldn’t have found the AVM until it was too late. The doctors are keeping him in the hospital to help him breathe (6 broken ribs means his oxygen intake is at 50% instead of 90), do loads of CT scans and MRI’s, and monitor him for a stroke or rupture. Because incidentally, low oxygen intake is one thing that can trigger AVM’s to burst.
2) Kids and hospitals.
I asked my ex what room he was in, then tried to find it when he texted back 5234. Didn’t exist. Then he texted 5215. Wasn’t there. I ran down a nurse and she led us to the real room. I hadn’t realized how much pain and anti anxiety medicine they were giving him. So while he was very happy and very pain free (until he moved or breathed in, that is) I realized he also wasn’t a good source of reliable information. Once we got to his room we promptly started fighting over who would get to sit in the two chairs and who would be left standing. Looking back, I should have turned the one chair into a bed and we all could have fit in it. Hindsight, heh. I forgot to bring paper/pencils/games/etc., so Sassy got pretty bored pretty quickly. We saw a big rainbow and that made us all happy.
3) What’s cooking?!
My mom shines in crisis situations and I learned one important thing from her…when the going gets tough, the tough get cooking. So I did. I effortlessly spent 10 times my weekly grocery bill in one fell swoop and have been cooking ever since. I am cooking for us, yes, but also for the nurses at the hospital. I learned this from my mom, and also from my sister who is an ER nurse and goes on and on about how it kicks ass when they get treats at the nurses station. So, I was bringing roast beef paninis and double chocolate chip cookies to the kids’ dad anyway, I just tripled the recipes and brought some for everyone!
*smash these in a pan with another pan, then cut them into thirds and BAM you have yummy roast beef paninis!*
I delivered them to the nurse, she put them in the break room while advising another nurse to put out the word that there was food there, and then 10 minutes later she popped her head in to my ex’s room to tell me everything was all gone. If you’re looking to do something charitable and giving with your kids, bake something and drop it off at any nurses station at any hospital. No one will love and appreciate it more!
So far today I’ve made pumpkin chocolate chip muffins, deviled eggs, mexican hot chocolate, & chicken n dumplings and it’s not even 4 yet. Booyah!
Here’s where you come in, actually. Cooking keeps me sane, and I have a lot of worries right now but have to keep everything going smoothly for the kids and their dad. I’m kind of bored with my repetoire of fall back comfort food recipes though. Between all the times I’ve moved the past few years and getting divorced, I have been cooking for stress non stop and now I’m out of fresh new comfort foods! Please, leave a comment in here or on facebook, and give me your best recipes. I don’t need casserole type dishes, I’m thinking more about finger foods and things I can make a lot of, hand out on a platter, and leave on the counter for anytime the kids and I need a little snack. Wraps and stuffed things…my friend has an amazing recipe for cream cheese stuffed jalapenos that will blow your mind and makes me very happy.
And, of course, happy thoughts and positive energy never hurt, so send those too. But if you have to choose only one thing, make it a recipe. I had a dream last night where I made chicken n dumplings and watched it bake. The whole night, in my dream I just watched the cream of chicken soup bubble up little pieces of carrot and peas. Even when I woke up and thought, “this is the most boring dream ever!” I would go back to sleep and pick up where I left off. It was comforting and peaceful and now we’re having it for dinner.
Sometimes the best things in life are boring. Boring is good!Share Tweet