Jessica Moe

So, the other night we went go-kart racing with a group of people from husby’s work…there isn’t much to tell about the whole experience…other than there are these teeny tiny karts that go really really fast around an indoor track….and by really fast I mean about 45 MPH.

I was pretty nervous to try it out since I am “Miss Safety” 25 years running…but after the first round I started to figure out that the cars were pretty safe, I wasn’t going to crash and die or anything…and I decided to get a little gutsy with the second round…I had seen some people crash and they just went right on with no problem and so I thought….ok, I can put the pedal to the metal and try to finish in a place other than dead last.

So, I started out the second round and I was doing super well. I was passing people, I got hit once, I hit someone…I spun out…I was taking curves and learning how to pick up speed….on one of the final rounds, I figured out how to really reach the max speeds around corners…and then it happened…

I was rounding one of the corners, the big corner that I had learned how to pick up speed on…I had the pedal to the floor and I was going about as fast as the little cart could take me….and then out of nowhere–WHAM! I slammed into someone who had spun out on the track…I just came around a little bend and there he or she was…stopped, sideways…

My head snapped forward and to the side and then snapped back before my body had a chance to recover position. I heard/felt a little *pop* and an excruciatingly sharp pain shot through my neck and up my head to my eye, wrapped around my ear and headed down my arm….The world closed in on me, everything went black and I saw stars and although I didn’t lose consciousness–I could still hear things despite a very loud buzzing in my ears–but it took me a while to regain a sense of where I was and what had happened. I recall very little of what occurred next. I was still reeling from the impact when I felt someone trying to pull my helmet off my head. I could hear myself yelling in agony as they pulled my helmet upwards…I heard Issa saying “It’s ok, she’s my wife…” and then they pulled the little sock thing off my head and I felt myself protesting against the jostling of my vertebrate…every movement brought back the blinding pain and darkness that had closed off my periphery and all I could do was place my uninjured hand over my wounded head-propper-upper (aka, neck).

Somehow, someone pushed my kart to the entry/exit and Issa helped me out to a chair…I was given some ice and as I tried to put together what had just happened…everyone was offering me water or a wet cloth or something (so sweet!)…but they all pretty much insisted that we go to the hospital…and I agreed…so…

Off to the ER to get my neck checked out just in case…and as we were sitting in the ER Issa was kind of telling me what happened…

Apparently, he heard the crash and looked over to find that to his dismay–it was me…he said he hopped the fence and ran to help…the staff was not happy with the fact that he had breached their perimeter, which is why he was saying that it was “ok” and that I was his wife…and he was the one pulling my helmet off (no props for that one)….but he told me that it freaked him out and he was really worried…and I could tell by how patient he was being at the hospital (4 hours on a work night, God love him)…

So, I just want to say that when I needed him most, Mr. Moe came to my rescue without a moments hesitation.  There are many reasons that I know he loves me, this just gives me one more.