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« Last post by DirtDawg on May 11, 2024, 05:06:27 PM »My mom spent hours in her storm cellar ALONE! while Hell came to visit.
She lives in west Texas and had five tornadoes hit one night earlier. It'd been a few days and she is fine, but storm cellars are not usually pleasant. Did not share at first, because some stuff was no settled.
She lost her chicken barn and her car was trashed but all else is fine.
Only major injury to any of my family was my cousin who was shooing his chickens out of their barn, to give them a fighting chance, when he saw something coming his way and could not avoid it.
He was slammed by a fence post flying from somewhere in the winds and it broke his femur. He is stove up for a while.
I usually call around to all the wives when this stuff happens.
They are working the phones for updates while the boys are out doing the tough stuff.
Got to her call and she was in the hospital. WTF?!? Oh no!
It took her eight hours to get an ambulance out to their land. He's a tough fellow, but he was severely injured.
We weren't thinking about saving his leg by that time.
Every concern was about whether they could still save his life.
Rough night for all there.
I've had my femur sawn off and a prosthesis set in, replacing my parts. That was under anesthesia, with several doctors attending. It took a while to come around to walking again under the best of cases.
This happened to my cousin in an instant, no one around for hundreds of yards and nothing to do but crawl until someone got worried enough to check on him with another tornado coming.
I can not help but feel bad for him and his dear sweet wife. Chiildren willl be OK soon. He will not walk right for a long time.
She lives in west Texas and had five tornadoes hit one night earlier. It'd been a few days and she is fine, but storm cellars are not usually pleasant. Did not share at first, because some stuff was no settled.
She lost her chicken barn and her car was trashed but all else is fine.
Only major injury to any of my family was my cousin who was shooing his chickens out of their barn, to give them a fighting chance, when he saw something coming his way and could not avoid it.
He was slammed by a fence post flying from somewhere in the winds and it broke his femur. He is stove up for a while.
I usually call around to all the wives when this stuff happens.
They are working the phones for updates while the boys are out doing the tough stuff.
Got to her call and she was in the hospital. WTF?!? Oh no!
It took her eight hours to get an ambulance out to their land. He's a tough fellow, but he was severely injured.
We weren't thinking about saving his leg by that time.
Every concern was about whether they could still save his life.
Rough night for all there.
I've had my femur sawn off and a prosthesis set in, replacing my parts. That was under anesthesia, with several doctors attending. It took a while to come around to walking again under the best of cases.
This happened to my cousin in an instant, no one around for hundreds of yards and nothing to do but crawl until someone got worried enough to check on him with another tornado coming.
I can not help but feel bad for him and his dear sweet wife. Chiildren willl be OK soon. He will not walk right for a long time.
