Martha Thurston
It’s a new year filled with new opportunities. I was happy to see 2022 slipping away in my rearview mirror. It seemed like so much just slipped out of my reach in 2022. All the plans I made for 2022 in 2021 turned out to be just that: plans. There was no action.
I had planned to start a YouTube channel for this blog and share my recipes. I had planned to travel and share with you guys some of my discoveries. I had planned to have more recipes and cooking demonstrations. I had planned to share much more.
So what happened?
I moved in January. It wasn’t too bad.
Who am I kidding? It was horrible. The oven burned everything. I lost most of my dishes in the move. I lost pieces of cooking equipment in the move. Example: I had lids with no pots or slow cookers, and my stand mixer had a bowl with no mixers.
And I had too much stuff. Things had to go to storage, and we lost the storage building because I had a stroke and lost pay.
Then August rolled around and found us homeless for 3 months. We are currently still displaced, and much of our things are in storage… again.
Sure, things couldn’t possibly get worse, right?
Wrong.
I was put on medical leave for my mental health (which was much needed), but I feel like it set me back a lot.
In December, I felt like we were finally making strides. We were about to get ready to move and start the new year off on a good footing, but my son lost his job, and when we felt we were at our lowest, an 18-wheeler made a left turn in front of him while he was on his motorcycle. He was nearly killed 20 feet from his children who were waiting at the store at the intersection to say goodbye before going to their mom’s for the weekend.
It has been almost a month since the accident, and he is still on the mend and unable to work. Overall, he’s lucky. He tried to go around the truck, but saw a car coming behind the truck, so he laid the motorcycle down and planned to unmount the bike. The handlebars and wheel locked him in, and he pushed to try and free himself. The bike caught traction and slammed him face first into the trailer of the truck. The bike then became trapped underneath and he was drug 10 feet before the left handlebar broke and he came out from under the truck. He had a severe concussion, broken ribs, collapsed lung, mouth laceration, bruising, torn muscle in his right arm, torn ligament in his thumb, and torn ligaments in his ankle that pinned under the truck and bike. A month later, his ankle and thumb are still messed up, and he’s still struggling with cognitive issues from the concussion.
All I know is that 2023 has to be better than 2022.
[…] My son was also in a motorcycle wreck. That in itself was devastating when I think back to how I was told about it. It was as though he was dead. I’m not going to go back through that. If you’d like to read about it, it’s on my food blog at Sweet, Sassy, and Southern. […]