Last Saturday, my husband, our youngest daughter (the fabulous Sara Marian), and her wonderful fella, the multi-talented Zakary Kendall, headed down to Rough River State Resort Park to have lunch at the Lodge there.
It was not to be.
Five minutes away from our destination, we entered an intersection under the mistaken impression there was a four-way stop (there wasn’t) and had a close encounter of the crashy kind with a pick-up truck.
Nobody was hurt except me, because I’m as delicate as a flower and bruise like a peach. My chest hurt and my foot hurt, so the EMTs recommended I go get an x-ray.
So this is my first Thursday Doors photo this week:
That’s my foot, that big blobby thing. They wrapped it in a blanket and tied it up with bandages. I had a lovely ride, exchanging pictures of grandbabies with the guy who rode with me to monitor my blood pressure, which was, apparently, rather high.
And this is my second picture:
A woman came in to look at my foot. She was wearing a bright red set of scrubs and, by her brisk, reassuring manner, could only be a doctor. She was. Dr. Friend. The x-rays showed nothing broken so, as soon as our rescue ride arrived (the car was totaled), we left, with me wrapped in an Ace bandage and holding on to Sara.
I currently have a bruised-up foot and another bruised-up bit where the shoulder strap of the seat belt caught me (the left one, if you must know), but that’s the extent of all our injuries, so we got off light. Nobody in the other vehicle was injured at all. Sara said, the next day, “I’m so sore. I feel like I got hit by a truck. Oh, wait….”
It was now hours after our expected lunch-time, so we stopped in Leitchfield to eat at a little restaurant we’d eaten at before. It had changed hands, and was now the Rough River Pizza Company. Yay.
But wait! It really was yay! Charlie had a stuffed portabello so big its name on the menu was Fungus Hummungus. I had Artichoke Pancetta. I’m saving the pictures of those for Tuesday’s Fatal Foodies post and Wednesday’s food post here. They were delicious!
The one drawback, which was actually rather bemusing, was that the waitress said she thought they were out of coffee. I said, “If you’re out of coffee, just bring me some hot water.” She brought me this.
Sadly, the steam isn’t showing up, but it was steaming.
The decor was delightful. Oh, but first the front doors, which I only saw from this side, because we came in through the boring back door. Since I was hobbling, I couldn’t trot out and get a better picture of these.
Here’s the door to the kitchen.
On the way out, I saw this door hanging on the wall, framing Halloween decorations.
Not a very good picture, I know, and I had to completely miss another, because my husband, on whom I was leaning, didn’t want to stop for me to take the shot.
Anyway, it was not an experience I want to repeat any time soon, and by “any time soon” I mean “ever,” but I wouldn’t mind a return to that restaurant.
This has been part of Norm Frampton’s Thursday Doors link-up. Go see Norm’s purty doors and click on the blue frog button there to find links to other folks’ posts.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: A character has a dreadful shock, followed by a pleasant surprise.
MA
Joey
November 10, 2016 at 8:42amWell I’m so glad you’re okay! If you’re gonna be in an accident, that’s a better one to have. That’s what I told myself when I … you know, that’s a story for another day.
What is it with husbands’aversions to stopping for photos? What IS that about?! That door as decor you caught is nifty!
It does seem like a charming lil place. I like nifty names like that, Fungus Hummungous. Although, I do question a restaurant that’s outta coffee. I mean really.
Marian Allen
November 10, 2016 at 1:20pmI know — I totally couldn’t believe they were out of coffee! I think maybe she meant she’d have to brew another pot for me, but she wasn’t going to do it. Which I can understand. But still.
My husband just doesn’t get the door thing. Just doesn’t get it. Oh, well, he was letting me lean my weight on him, so I wasn’t going to argue.
Dan Antion
November 10, 2016 at 8:53amWhat a trooper you are, Marian. Such devotion to the Doors 🙂
Seriously, I am sorry to hear that this happened. I’m glad you weren’t badly hurt and I hope you recover very quickly.
I like the idea of using a door as a presentation space.
Marian Allen
November 10, 2016 at 1:22pmI loved it! The one I didn’t get the picture of was mounted sideways, so you got a panel of weathered wood, then a weathered frame with objects mounted on the wall inside that frame. Very nicely done.
Jane
November 10, 2016 at 10:45amARGGHH!
Nice doors.
I absolutely HATE totaling cars! Replacing them is SUCH a cluster!
I recommend jogging, vigorous callesthenics, and…..oh, just kidding.
Get some rest (I know you can’t. Sorry.)
Marian Allen
November 10, 2016 at 1:23pmI’m balancing continuing my regular activities with elevating my foot and keeping it wrapped except at night. Everything is improving, and Sara is on the job, scoping out cars via the interwebs.
Kiril Kundurazieff
November 10, 2016 at 1:02pmGreat post, glad you are mending well, my friend.
The cats send lots of healing purrs and purrayers your way!
Marian Allen
November 10, 2016 at 1:24pmThanks, Kiril. I sure miss having furbabies to curl up and commiserate with me. It helps to have e-cats. 🙂 Pets and cuddles to your crew!
Roy A. Ackerman, PhD, EA
November 10, 2016 at 2:58pmThe one door you didn’t mention- the door to a safe return, which clearly was the one through which you managed to pass.
Marian Allen
November 11, 2016 at 12:09pmYes, we probably should have been seriously injured, but I managed to shuttle us into an alternate timeline where we weren’t. I was aiming for the one where we didn’t have the wreck, but I missed.
Jesh StG
November 10, 2016 at 3:13pmHope the bruising won’t linger too long. Glad you are okay, and as always write in an entertaining way about it, even about bad things. I can see (from my previous job) you are used to see things in more than one perspective – a good thing!
Marian Allen
November 11, 2016 at 11:58amAll the bruising is improving, Jesh. Thanks!
Alicia Butcher Ehrhardt
November 10, 2016 at 4:04pmGlad you’re okay. That must have been quite scary if the car was totaled.
Even the brave words and pictures of a different sort of doors doesn’t hide the fact that you were in a car crash and that it was not minor. At least it was at lower speeds than a highway one would have been.
Humans and physics don’t match well.
Marian Allen
November 11, 2016 at 12:01pmThanks, Alicia. It’s always scary when we’re reminded how fragile we are, and how quickly life can go from la-la-la, what are you ordering for lunch to KABAM. Dr. Friend made it all better.
Norman Frampton
November 10, 2016 at 4:44pmWell that’s not the ideal way to go about collecting door pics. I may have to write a reminder for the others that first-hand experience hospital doors are really not necessary.
Most of all I’m glad no one was seriously injured. Machines can be repaired or replaced, people; not as much.
Marian Allen
November 11, 2016 at 12:02pmGosh, Norm, NOW you tell me I didn’t need to take the pictures. lol
A.C.Flory
November 10, 2016 at 9:13pmThat is awful, Marian. 🙁 How will you all get around without a car? Will insurance pay for a new one?
So glad you weren’t hurt more seriously. -hugs-
Marian Allen
November 11, 2016 at 12:06pmIt was our daughter’s car. Her NEW used car! She had just gotten it, having been t-boned by a guy exiting a parking lot (his fault). This one was our fault, because we were yakkety-yakking and Charlie didn’t make certain she knew the 2-way stop that looks like a 4-way wasn’t a 4-way. Fortunately (I mean besides the fortunately-no-one-but-me-got-hurt-and-I’m-just-bruised), we recently bought a beat-up looking car for cheap that #4 Daughter is borrowing until she finds another new used car she can afford. And insurance won’t pay for a new one, because she only had liability insurance, not collision. 🙁
Alana
November 12, 2016 at 8:56amI have a story of a door and a car accident, but it didn’t end as happily. Maybe one day I will post it, although it is really my son’s story. I’m happy you are OK. Close encounters of the truck crashy kind aren’t what you ever want!
Marian Allen
November 12, 2016 at 5:33pmIndeed, they are not!