The bad news: my little brother Tyson was in a motorcycle accident.
The good news: he’s alive.
Tyson and his buddy Craig (thank heaven for Craig) went on a trip to Miami on their motorcycles last week. They were planning on leaving Miami to head back to Texas yesterday. Craig said a few minutes on the road and they hit pretty bad traffic. At some point Ty hit the brakes and lost control of the bike and, in doing so, fell off and slid into the next lane. Hit the back button if you have a weak stomach. It was here that it got nasty. Craig said he heard the bike go down and turned around in time to see Tyson being run over by an empty flatbed truck and he immediately thought he was gone. The rear wheels of the truck went right over his mid-section. He eventually came to and was in a bunch of pain. Obviously. So they got him to the Jackson Memorial Trauma Center. After X-Rays, imaging and laproscopic surgery they found out his pelvis was fractured and he had some other internal damage. Dad got to Miami about midnight and relieved Craig who left this morning. Mom and I got here around 10 and have been at the hospital since. I’m just now at the hotel. The night shift doesn’t take kindly to visitors so we decided to let everyone including Tyson get some rest. He has surgery in the morning early so we’ll be there and I’ll keep you posted.
Side note: He was wearing his helmet and has no sign of head trauma so he’s lucid. He’s on drugs but is still talking to us. At one point today he asked me for a monkey. That could go and get him things. If you know Ty like I do you’ll recognize that humor. He also made a comment on the pain of the catheter that was pretty funny. If you want to send him a message leave him a comment on this post and I’ll get it to him.