This morning a drunk T-boned my big sister -- totaled the car she was driving (Mom X's Tankmobile Superba). She's not terribly injured, but she's injured way more than you'd wish on anyone -- several broken ribs, multiple (stable) pelvis fractures, bruised and shaken up. She's fretting over Mom X, who she's been visiting daily and helping to make arrangements as Mom transfers from her house to Assisted Care. It's still too early for the really deep aches to take hold and leave her worrying about getting herself better; she's still wanting to finish what she'd set out to do this morning. My baby brother was at the hospital first; by the time I showed up, my sister's her youngest daughter (another nurse) was there and her son and future son-in-law were arriving as I departed a couple of hours later. At some point tonight, the last relative will leave (or get shooed out of the room by the nurses) and in the dark, the reality will sink in. Been there, done that and it's a good thing pain meds make it hazy. It's a blow when you realize how thoroughly you have been reprioritized.
The good news is, the hospital thinks they will have her up and rehabbing in a day. She'll have to learn how to get around without putting any weight on the affected side, but she won't need surgery or a cast, just rest and careful movement for however long it takes. We'll probably have to ride herd on her to slow down -- but don't think for a minute it'll be easy for her. Just broken ribs are nasty to deal with and they keep on hurting for a long time.
I stopped by home to drop off my briefcase. Tam wanted to know what was up and after I'd told her, she suggested, "Drive carefully. The Fates aren't being very good to the women in your family right now."
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