~accidents will happen

We took a little visit to the Hospital tonight~                    Sun 11/6/16

Bill was riding on his Moto yesterday, minding his own business, traveling up the side of the road to get to the front of the line (with all the other Moto's here in Cambodia), when he got a little too close to the curb and somehow got his little toe caught on something (wearing Flip-Flops) and ripped it backward!!  

 

His toe definitely looked weird (contrary to Bill insisting that it looked out of 

shape because it was "swollen").  I was pretty sure (since it was facing a different 

direction than his other toes) that there was more going on than a "bruised" toe. 

We headed to the hospital Sunday night and sure enough not only 

was it dislocated, it was twisted and a lot of bone fragments 

had broken off when it 'popped' off the joint. 

  

1. Inserting the needle to numb the area.  2. Checking to see if it worked!

 

The Dr had to pull up on the toe then rotate it back around (video of the gruesome act below: WARNING not for the faint-hearted). 

This was the fantastic (nice and funny) Orthopedic Specialist, Dr. Kriwut Leurmprasert. The regular Doctor and Assistant got away before I could snap their picture!  The funnest was that both of these doctors were THAI!  Billy was able to speak with them in their native tongue and I got to practice my "4" words of Thai!

  

Before (his other toes were taped away from his pinkie) and After 

Good as New!! 

The few bone fragments that broke off will be 

floating around, but over all it is perfect!

You can see the great nurse/assistant and the medical Dr in this video, since I didn't get a photo of them. 

28 seconds of Gruesome

16 more seconds to get the real affect.

The best part is (if we are looking for a silver lining) that after 2 x-rays, 

2 visits with the Doctor and the Orthopedic Specialist putting his toe back in 

place the cost was only $80 (without insurance!)!  Almost makes you want to 

go to the Hospital more often while we are here . . . almost! 

~back in the saddle again

We broke down and rented Moto's after our 
Tuk Tuk Driver got tired of going out to the Farm each day.

PINK LIGHTNING     and          FIREBOLT

I had a little run-in with another Scooter.  I made a sharp left and kind of collided with another Moto.  Fortunately, everyone goes fairly slow so there was not more damage than a bruised leg!!  I learned that "merging" is a must!!!

Overhead - Cross Walk

The little old Lady should have used this Overhead Cross-Walk; but can you really blame her for taking the short cut? Take a look at all those stairs she would have had to climb (left click to enlarge picture). The streets in Thailand are the most bizarre, you will very rarely see street lights and even when you do, much of the time they are ignored. There is no way to get across the street other than these Overhead Cross-Walks. With my bad knees I have crossed an intersection a time or two, but I am a bit faster than this lady and I don't try to stop the traffic as I go ~ well, besides that one time (disclaimer for those that have crossed the street with me).

Bad Accident, Good Friends

Good and bad that the Schulthess' were here. Bad, of course, because they were on vacation and their first experience was to have an accident and can you imagine if they would have been badly hurt? I would have just died. But the good was that they kept me company and we laughed instead of ~if I would have been by myself~ cried. I am so grateful we all had our seatbelts on - that would have been a total bad scene had we not. I guess in the city (Bangkok) when we are in taxis and there are no seatbelts in the back seat I am assuming since everyone stops and goes so much that the drivers pay more attention. In the little town that we were traveling through, the driver must not think to ever worry about stopping in the middle of a road because probably not too many people don't use the overhead cross walk to get from one side of the street to the other (we were waiting for a little old lady to cross the street, she had just stepped onto the curb when I was hit and then my car hit the gal in front of me ~who would have hit the little old lady~ I wonder if the little old lady even knew what had happen because we stopped to let her cross the street - in the states this would be like attempting to cross State Street in Orem with no stop lights anywhere during rush hour - I kid you not).

My Poor Little Smashed Car

Yowzers!  I felt so bad for Tod as he was in the back seat and as I looked in my rear view mirror, and saw the semi fast approaching, I gasped a bit and Tod glanced around just as the truck hit us.  There's Billy's legs as he is reaching through the rubble rescuing our belongings.

The Car I Rammed Into~

I'm afraid that the front of our car still got the worst beating. 

Fortunately no one was hurt!

The Big Mean Truck That Slammed Into Us

This is the mean truck that hit us.  He was oblivious that we were even stopped and just plowed into us; this in turn pushed us into the car in front of us! Squished!

Welcome to Thailand, Tod and Carlene!

FEB 2008
Our wonderful friends, Tod and Carlene from Alpine came for a 10 day visit to Thailand! Within the first 7 hours of their arrival we got in a car accident and totaled my car. The police were there in about 5 seconds - there was a station right on the corner of the accident. We had been on our way to the Floating Market, and didn't know it at the time, but we were way lost (I thought I could find it with no problem, but I was wrong). Billy was at the University and came to meet us. Unfortunately the English guy who offered his help told us we were on the correct road to the Floating Market; I told Billy this information so he went West but we were way down South about 45 minutes in the wrong direction. By the time he finally got to us most of the traumatic part was over. {{You can tell by Carlene and Tod's smiling faces that they were so excited to be in Thailand that they weren't going to let a little ole' accident get them down ... such troopers and good friends}}

~sunshine on a rainy day

September 5, 2007

We brought Mom back with us to Thailand this year.  She is enjoying studying the 
Old Testament (when I get back from seminary I go and teach her the lesson I learned 
that morning) and now she comes with me to our Book of Mormon study group. 
She will be ready to have some wonderful discussions with Robbie when he returns!

Timmy (while playing Volleyball with Billy) fell backwards and landed on his wrist. He fractured it in two places. He still made the JV Volleyball team, but has to just practiced with his cast on.

~didn't i tell you so . . .

NOVEMBER 06, 2006

You remember me telling you about the conflict with Kenny and wanting a motor scooter. They have these small ones that are less dangerous (if that is possible). Anyway I would like for him to have one but there were many reasons that I kept saying “no”. 

The reasons for 'yes' would be that:  All his friends have one (peer pressure), it is faster and easier to get around the compound, and it is fun and cool!!  Also, if he were back in the states he would have a car to use for his freedom that he doesn't have here - even though the compound is supplied with a mini market, a foot reflexology massage place, dry cleaning, swimming pool, tennis courts, all the facility’s at the HS, restaurants, etc. It is still a sort of entrapment in that it is small and confined.The reasons for not getting one is that: 1. It has been a family rule since Dad and I first met (after we were engaged, of course, it might have been that week we dated before we were engaged, this nice Samoan guy pulled up on his Harley Davidson and took me for a spin around the block - after I came back Dad decided right then and there that we needed to make a pact not to ever ride motorcycles. I was ok with this as I didn't want him getting killed or injured on one either). The second reason is of course the danger of it. Within the compound there are a lot of speed bumps but there are a lot of cars that zip around fast and bicyclist and other motorcycles. And even though the motorcycle wouldn’t go very fast, it does rain a lot and the road conditions are a bit rough and so accidents could happen. And if Kenny got to have a little scooter then Timmy would automatically get to use it when he was older and that is a whole new can of worms. The worry is that if it wasn’t Kenny in an accident or paralyzed then it would be Timmy because of our decision with Kenny. Or when Kenny got back into the states what would stop him from taking the next step and getting a larger motorcycle? Anyway, I knew it would be nice for him to have a scooter so that he could go off with his friends and have fun (not just trailing behind on his bicycle). It made me sad that I kept saying no.

I kept praying about it and I could never come up with a good feeling about it. I tried to get everyone else involved in the prayer but it seemed like even though they didn’t have a bad feeling like me, they did have a ‘stupor of thought’. We would drop the whole issue, but then every now and then Kenny would brooch the subject again. I would take it to Heavenly Father and ask again but I just could not get a good feeling. I did this a number of times, you know thinking that the circumstances had changed like; starting from when he wanted a larger motorcycle down to him thinking a tiny mini bike/scooter would be sufficient. But then I got a bit worried because I didn’t want to keep asking in case Heavenly Father would finally say "yes" just to get me off his back (Like Joseph Smith and the 16 page manuscript). The answer kept being no and so I didn’t want to go against that answer.

Well, needless to say, the other night Kenny was at a party and one of the boys left his motorcycle at the party and wanted someone to drive it to his house. Since everyone else had been drinking Kenny volunteered to take it to his house. So what do you think happened???? Any guesses??? You got it, Kenny got into a little accident and skidded off the bike and scraped up his arm pretty bad along with his hip. A few other scrapes and scratches, but nothing broken. Afterward Billy had a little talk with him and reminded him of the warning that Heavenly Father had already given us about this. I haven’t said a word and won’t for awhile, but he needs to realize that he shouldn’t even be on the back of anyone else’s motorcycle, either, let alone driving one himself.

Well that is all our news. Dad is in Australia for the week. Later I will write about the Marine Ball that we went to last Saturday!