9 a.m First call from Simon.
Simon : “Mum I’m going to see Paul but I’m not taking my phone as it won’t fit in my pocket”
Me: “Si, you need to take your phone with you as you might need to ring someone”
Simon: (slightly agitated).
” I can’t take it Mum, Ill be fine! I’m only getting the bus to Pauls and getting the bus back”
“Ok Simon but you really should take it with you wherever you go”
Silence…he has hung up, and with a heavy heart I put down my phone
4p.m. A call from an unknown number
my heart sinks again (I have developed a sixth sense)
Driver: “Hello is that Simons Mum? He’s had an accident and has fallen off an electric scooter, he was unconscious for a couple of minutes and we’ve called an ambulance”
Me: (with a pounding, heavy but wise heart, and relieved for the medical card he now carries)
“Oh *!*!* is he ok? Im an hour away, please ring me and let me know when the ambulance arrives so I can drive down (while calmly listening to classic FM and eating my way through a very welcome sausage sandwich)
I worry that I don’t worry, or have little reaction at these times. My son is 35 with special needs and learning difficulties and is certainly not safe riding an Electric Scooter on the road or anywhere else for that matter, but my son is also a 35 year old adult who has the right to make his own choices. Those choices however are, more often that not unwise, and I have had to jump in my car to go to his aid so many times that I have lost count.
I think thats why ‘I worry that I don’t worry’, I guess nothing shocks me anymore where Simon is concerned.
Thankfully after spending an hour and a half on the road, surrounded by good people including an alcohol advisor, a nurse and a first aider, the ambulance arrived and took a very shaken and bruised Simon to the emergency department where a scan showed that everything was Ok. At 10 pm I held Simons hand and helped him into the car. An egg shaped bruise to the front of his head, a lot of gravel burn to various parts of his body, a lot of aches and pains which will make life difficult for the next week or so, but oh how it could have been such a different story!
I dont think Simon will ride the Electric Scooter again, his first words to me when I got to the hospital were “Mum I thought I was dead!” I wonder if he genuinely realises just how close he came, and I’m so grateful for those women who were paying attention to the road in front of them, and willingly gave their time to help.
I was talking with a neighbour the other day about Simon and all the close shaves and craziness that is ‘life with Simon’.
‘You couldn’t write it’. I said.
“Maybe you should” He said.
Maybe I will!!
Love Alison x