Darwin and the Accident

I'm sorry to report that Darwin was in a car accident last night. (No suspense: he's overall okay.) He was waiting in a line of cars at a stoplight, and a dickhead came up behind him at 40 mph and, without even bothering to use brakes, slammed into the back of Darwin's car, shoving him into the car ahead of him. Paramedics and police arrived quickly. I was at home and got a phone call from a stranger, which I almost didn't answer, but I've been getting a lot of calls from strange numbers because of the kidney stones, so I picked up. The man on the other end told me Darwin had been in a car accident, but that he was awake and coherent. I jumped into the other car and ran down there. It was only a few blocks from our house--Darwin had almost been home from work. Paramedics and police had blocked off the entire road, and they were prying Darwin out of the car. (At a guess? Totaled.) They put him in an ambulance for a grand ride to the hospital with me behind. At the hospital, they ran tests and scans, and in the end declared him nothing more than badly banged up.

I brought him home with painkillers. He didn't want to take them on the grounds that he felt fine, except for his legs, so I disguised the pills in a spoonful of peanut butter and--no, that's the dog. Instead, I reminded him that two doctors and a nurse said he was going to be a wreck tomorrow, so he'd better start the pills now. I finally got him to take them.

Now he's asleep and with the crisis over, I can start my own freak-out.

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