Trauma

Last night proved to be a very strange, and eventful evening for me. Me and two of my Thai friends were leaving the Galilee house (a ministry house that is set up here), and as we were coming out of the driveway one of the guys saw a motorbike crash into the ditch. This was roughly around 10pm...we went over to help, and we were the second ones on scene...there were two other foreigners already there.

There were three Thai men all scattered along the ditch, all varying in their injuries, all very drunk. One of them was absolutely fine, another had likely broken his leg, and then the other (whom I assume to be the driver, and who I ended up tending to) had basically lost his lower lip, and had obviously taken the brunt of the fall on his face. I, and the two other foreigners then spent about 20minutes plus trying to convince the Thai people not to move him. I was holding him down and attempting to stabilize him in the best way I knew how, but then I heard crunching coming from his mouth. Not the "i'm-eating-chips-or-crunchy-food" crunching, but more like he realised that his teeth were no longer attached to his mouth and was moving them about with the shards that remained, kind of crunching. At the end of the day, we three "farangs" lost our battle and they not too gently picked him up and stuck him in the back of their truck and drove off to the hospital. Only 2 minutes later the emergency vehicle showed up with no one to pick up. I was mad, and slightly nauseous. There was blood on my hands and the image of this guy's mashed up face in my memory.

So, needless to say, I had a rough time getting to sleep to last night. I got home around 11:30pm, and just needed to talk about this with someone else who could speak English...so I phoned home. I'm doing alright. My mind is on automatic replay, but I'm ok. I just hope "no lip" is too.