I can hold my breath for 8 minutes...

Well, my scariest nightmare came true in the form of a phone call. This morning I was woken to my phone ringing with Josh's ring tone around 5:40AM. The first thought that went through my mind was this can't be good if he's calling me from work at this time in the morning (he works nights). I breathed in the morning air, rolled over, and I picked up the phone very sleepily and said, "Hello." This is what I heard: "Mrs. Youngblood, this is Jeff with Medstar..." Phone disconnects, I jolt out of bed, stare at my phone waiting for it to ring. 5:42AM phone rings. "Mrs. Youngblood we are taking your husband to Harris Hospital downtown..." Phone call dropped again... Time completely stopped, I'm moving in slow motion telling myself to breathe but can't seem to manage that task, trying to get dressed, and praying that God watches over the love of my life. 5:45AM phone rings "Mrs. Youngblood your husband..." DROPPED CALL!!!!! 5:48AM phone rings again with a number I don't recognize. "Hello?" "Mrs. Youngblood, this is Jeff again with Medstar, your husband is okay but his phone keeps dropping the call." I finally was able to take a breath. Yup, 8 minutes. I stopped breathing and living for that matter for 8 minutes before I found out he was okay. But was he really okay? Or were they just telling me that so I didn't freak out on the way to the hospital? Was Josh just telling them to tell me that? So many thoughts were swimming in my mind and I felt like I was drowning in anxiety. I thanked Jeff for calling me and I hung up the phone. I calmly ran down the hallway and told my mom (who stayed the night visiting) to get dressed we had a hospital visit to make. I tried to keep it together and I was so glad my mom stayed the night and was able to ride with me to the hospital because I was a nervous wreck! I finally got to the hospital and found my poor baby waiting on X-rays. He was fine, no blood, and his feet were hanging off the hospital bed (seems to be a regular occurrence for him).
I couldn't help but laugh which helped break the nervousness. Everything was okay because the guardian angels I pray for everyday watched over my love. Apparently, Josh was driving 60mph down the I20 in his work bucket truck (exhibit A: Please explain to me how you do not see a truck that big driving down the interstate? But that is what the guy claims. Anyway, Josh is driving down the interstate in the far right lane when all of the sudden he is jolted forward in his truck. He said at first he thought his ladder came off his truck. He looked in all his mirrors and didn't see anything wrong so he pulled over and started putting out his safety cones. That's when he saw a tin can of a car about a football field away on the shoulder. He ran over there and checked on the guy driving the tin can of a car and the guy was able to get out but his response was, "Dude, where did you come from?" Josh kind of thought the guy was on something, evidently so did the police since they arrested him. Anyway, everyone was fine. So the story ends with some idiot driver (in a rental car) hits Josh while he's going 60 miles an hour down the interstate and fortunately for the other guy Josh's gigantic truck absorbed most of the impact and that is why both of them survived the accident because it could have been fatal. Guardian angels no doubt intervened. Here's a picture of a work truck from the back that hasn't been hit: and this is what Josh's truck looked like after being hit: Notice the step that is completely underneath the truck now? Yea, that was bent pretty good. The trailer hitch did some serious damage to the other car as it went through the windshield. Josh was discharged from the hospital shortly after X-rays and we started our vacation... Thank God for angels.