How I Drowned & Lived to Tell About It - Part 2


About 9 months into my postdiluvian life, I found myself brushing my teeth and putting in contacts in the bathroom of the ER at my nearby hospital.  A nurse knocked on the door and said that my husband was asking to see me.  I rushed after her, thankful that at least he was still speaking.  Wasn't sure if I was going in to say goodbye to him for the last time or not.

You see, I very nearly became a widow about a week before our 1st wedding anniversary. 

I had been working from home back then, and our electricity went out one day. Since I had recently moved, I called my hubby to ask the name of our electric company in order to report the outage.  He answered that they already knew.  

He was the reason that the electricity had gone out.  

He had inadvertently touched the bucket of a hydraulic lift to some high tension power lines outside on his parents property.  Luckily, he was able to free himself from the controls of the lift after only being momentarily shocked. Not electrocuted.  

Thank God he hadn't been in the bucket of that lift. Thank you, dear God.  

He made it into a little, local newspaper though.  Always notorious, this one.

He also walked away with some nice entrance and exit wounds on his hands and feet where the electricity had flowed through his entire body.  

He didn't want to go to the hospital that day, of course. The paramedics convinced him otherwise when they said that his heart wasn't beating correctly.  He rode to the hospital in the ambulance, and I drove myself there.  Somehow.  Couldn't tell you how I got there.  No idea what roads I took.  

But I beat the ambulance to the hospital. 

We learned that avoiding electrocution is all a part of marriage that day. Oh, there have been other days when I have wanted to kill him. Clearly. But I am always glad that we both continue to survive.  

The doctors were able to shock his heart back into rhythm at the hospital. He has been doing great ever since. 

But I definitely felt like my heart had received a shock of its own.  

In the photo, there is a tractor which was attached to the high lift, and it burned completely to the ground from the constant stream of electricity. And the shock of it all felt like I was in that fire. 

Burning...Still drowning...

Still soaked, and now charred.  

And this is part 2 of MY STORY.  My unbelievable story of bizarre loss, shock, and trauma.  We'll get off this emotional roller coaster someday. I promise. The phoenix rising...that happens.  Out from the flooding and the fire.

But just not quite yet... 

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