So I went to dinner with Jaycey and Emmitt and his family at one of his parents' favorite places. I was supposed to have a hamburger. But then I saw halibut on their menu and...well...me and halibut? That's where I go every time. And I had to take a picture of the marquee for Camille...
Then, we went for ice cream.
I'm not big into ice cream.
I have said before and I'll say it again, it's a gift from God that I don't love ice cream or potato chips. Otherwise, I'd weight 300 pounds. I can take or leave them...and seriously, I usually just leave them. But Jaycey has been wanting me to try her favorite ice cream place for quite some time...and I ought to have trusted her opinion right away because if anyone in this world is a lover of ice cream, it's Jaycey.
So, to SubZero we went.
And right away, we started off by breaking the rules.
And then, I had the most amazing ice cream...bubble gum and cotton candy with gum on top.
Never claimed to have grown up taste buds. If I'm going to have ice cream, let's make it something fun and delicious. And man oh man...they do that well! I highly recommend it.
I tried Emmitt's dad's...Peach Cobbler...
I thought my pink stuff was magic. Oh...that peach cobbler was even better!
The next night, we did one of my MUST-GO-TO places. Morelias. Chile Verde Enchiladas. Heaven.
Brittany wanted ice cream. I was all...seriously, I just had ice cream. That doubled how much ice cream I've had this year...probably more than I had last year... But she really wanted to go. And I thought I'd just sit there while they ate but then remembered that peach cobbler...and was...okay.
So Jaycey and I are following Emmitt...and Brittany is following us...and I'm talking on the phone with Doug when Jaycey gets annoyed because she saw in her rear view mirror that Britt had stopped. So she calls Britt to say, "Come on!!! Ice Cream's a-waitin!!!"
Next thing I hear, "Mom...Brittany's been hit!"
My brain goes, "??? no one is in her car, how could someone hit her ???"
(cuz i'm brilliant like that)
"Someone just hit Brittany's car!"
Tell Doug I need to go because Brittany has just been in a car accident...
My brain is still playing catch up because she was just behind us, how was she hit?
No one stopped.
Call the cops. Try to calm her down. Officer arrives. Jaycey grabbed the hubcap..took pictures...Emmitt comes back to find us as I call him to say, um...come back.
She was lucky. The tire didn't get hit. The gas cap is fine. None of her tail lights broke. No airbag. The bumper isn't happy, and a small reflector broke, but she was lucky.
And she still wanted ice cream.
So to SubZero we went again. And I got the peach cobbler this time.
And then the workers both went in back...so I went behind the counter a bit to be an employee...
And then Brittany went WAY behind the counter to be an employee...she is way braver than me...
Then, later, her neck was hurting, but she insisted she was okay and I can't force her to go to the hospital, but I did get a promise that she would call her neck man and make an appointment...because I'm all: did anything move from your surgery?
But then...I learned something...when Diana finally looked at her phone and called Brittany...and what I learned was this: when I want to make Brittany do something, I need to call Diana and get her on my side.
Because Ms. Fired-Up-Latina did NOT like the idea of Britt not going to the E.R.
Long phone calls shortened, I ended up going with Brittany to the E.R. Which is good. Because I needed to know that her neck was all okay. That nothing had been undone from the year before...because I know that spine is still healing. And Brittany is thinking, "Grrr....another bill..." And I'm thinking, "yup...this is my child that costs the most medically...but better to see what's going on ..."
And I think these wheelchairs are horrible.
I did sit on it. It feels how it looks. Like you're sitting on an oven rack.
And this is the room where we were for a few hours.
While sitting there, we heard a doctor yell at a patient across the hall from us, "Can you hear me?" a few times....and we heard them say just as loud, "Can you squeeze my fingers?" a few times. And, "Can you wiggle your toes?" a few times. And we sat there quiet. And Brittany looked at me and said, "Reality check."
We'll take a stiffening neck that hurts over whatever was going on in the other room. We'll take some ouchies to her car over whatever happened to the person in the other room.
And I was grateful that my daughter personalized the moment and was grateful for what didn't happen to her.
And then...because Brittany isn't a scaredy cat like me...she just looked at her x-rays on the computer. I said I don't think you can do that. She said they are my x-rays, so yes I can. BUT...it ended up being a cool thing because the doctor only showed us side views that they took, he didn't show us the front view. And we hadn't seen the front view of her plate before...so it was very cool. And I did tell her I was going to blog it, so, I think that covers HIPAA rules.
That's just cool.
And I was grateful I was in Utah. Able to go with her...instead of getting a phone call and worrying from afar.